A FULL MOON KIND OF TIME

Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | August 30, 2012

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In State Hospitals tonight,

There’ll be a little more fight…

And klutzes around

Drop more on the ground,

Especially in full moon light.

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Tonight it is orangey red,

Things have turned out much as said…

We’re not so near

To mental hospitals, dear,

But my iced coffee has spil-led.

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When my Dad in the hospital worked,

The old ladies smirked…

Pulling the alarm,

Seeing firemen swarm

In duties that they could have shirked.

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The moon will turn blood-red

On the Day that mankind is dead…

Until that time

Let’s enjoy this rhyme,

While the full moon is overhead!

—Jonathan Caswell

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My Dad was the Protestant Chaplain at Binghamton Psychiatric Center (formerly Binghamton State Hospital) in New York State for many years. Our house was just downhill from the rear of the medical building…and yes, the little old ladies, two or three times a year, pulled the fire alarm to see the guys run around and the fire trucks come. The Hospital had it’s own fire and safety departments. During a full moon, the cries from the patients were more frequent and seemed more agonized than usual…poor folks.
By: Jonathan Caswell on August 31, 2012
at 3:15 am

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very good write
By: Ron DuBour on August 31, 2012
at 8:37 am

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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

REMEMBER…WE JUST WENT THROUGH ONE!!!!
By: Jonathan Caswell on March 21, 2014
at 9:15 pm

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