The wheels roll softly over
  the brown linoluem tile floor
  Brookline seems a whole world away.
    I cant play,
  Here I do stay.
There are no smiles.
   A fact I cant ignore.
   Sometimes, I want to cry,
  I ask why.
Here, I must stay for weeks two.
I cant go home  it's true.
I'm blue
Yes, true.  Not a lot for me to do.
Nothing to see on TV.  Dont want to look at a book,.
Nobody calls on the phone.  Im alone.
The days seem to flow like a river to the sea.
Why is this happening to me?.
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