Surprisingly low pulse, she said. I'll tell
The doctor. He'll check that you can stay on
Of course, it doesn't mean that you're unwell
So don't worry. The doctor's been and gone
He quickly checked the charts, scanned up and down
Then wandered off seemingly quite content
I thought he'd look at me and with a frown
Tell me my time at the clinic was spent
And I'd have to go home. But being sent
Away with full pay from a drug trial
Is not so bad. In just two days, to earn
Six hundred quid and more's an efficient
Use of my time, reading poems as well
And writing... Waiting for inspiration...
Mon 9 June 2008
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