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DAVE BRICK
Guest
Cor Blimey, it was horrendous, That slow walk up Whitehead Road as if you were going to the gallows.
The terrifying wait until. . . . . they..called.. your.. name..out.
THE GAS MASK, forced over your mouth.
The dizzyness waking up and then..SPEW IT OUT..blood into the sink.
And the nurse forcing you to drink beaker after beaker of water to wash it out, and then, walking home, it's all over, and all you've got is a hole that you keep putting your tongue into.
The terrifying wait until. . . . . they..called.. your.. name..out.
THE GAS MASK, forced over your mouth.
The dizzyness waking up and then..SPEW IT OUT..blood into the sink.
And the nurse forcing you to drink beaker after beaker of water to wash it out, and then, walking home, it's all over, and all you've got is a hole that you keep putting your tongue into.