Florence Nightingale lives right here in the city.
She sings her song when her work is done.
After all have been tended to.
She has healing in her hands.. and comfort in her tone.
She eases the wearied mind .
Traveling North to South, East to West...
Code Blue... pierces her heart.
She cries when another is layed to rest.
L. Riggi copywrite 2007
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-04-27 15:59:56
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