My Child,
I will be terse,
And communicate in verse,
If you ever became a nurse,
Let it not be only because of your purse,
Otherwise a noble work becomes a curse,
It must be a calling,
To the falling.
Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary
Monday, March 9, 2015
Nurse
My Child,
I will be terse,
And communicate in verse,
If you ever became a nurse,
Let it not be only because of your purse,
Otherwise a noble work becomes a curse,
It must be a calling,
To the falling.
Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary
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