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The twins are the symbol of Gemini, suggesting the duality of the Gemini character.

People born under this sign are very versatile and adaptable. Gemini is an air sign, which indicates compromise.

Geminis are attracted to Virgos, Librans and Sagittarians.

Famous Geminis include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle , Marilyn Monroe and Ann Frank.
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I say that, yet it's incorrect
For yes, I know there are far worse,
But as I smell this health care slum,
Barming Asylum, Loony Bin
Then Oakwood Mental Hospital,
That sums it up! But now, it's called
The ‘Maidstone Psychiatric Wing’.

Its starkness shared my childhood life
To dominate each waking day,
The walks to school, each hour at play,
From nearby lanes and wooded dens
I'd watch the patients walk the fence,
Like Zombies in grey suits, black boots.

Their heavy steps pounded a beat
To sunken eyes in lowered heads,
Sad struggle of tormented minds,
Male nurse in front and one behind,
Caught in a cage, trained docile beasts
Performing round a circus ring
For little boys to see … not be.

A mobile sandwich, dark blue bread
Of wholemeal flour, black button grains,
With thick grey filling, course cut paste
And snotty noses, dribbling chins,
Stale corners curled from Man's neglect,
A cultured mould on mind's decay.

My bedroom overlooked it all:
The drab flat gatehouse, tower, church,
Cracked pavements cleared of 'Gutter Twist',
A patient's curse on filter tips!
The church bells chimed and cheered the way
For lunar echoes with the dawn
And Sunday's peace upon us both.

Then came the night that fire rose
In anger up the tower's bricks
Then spewed its sparkling seeds to earth
And rotting leaves of blue and grey.
Agog, behind the glowing glass
A sleepy boy in just a vest.

Straightjacket stiff, the tower stood,
Red embers shrunk by smoke and steam,
Burnt rafters, doors and windows gone.
As firemen who had tamed its rage,
Were perched about its cooling heights,
It gave one selfish, sucking breath
And drew them to a crashing death.
God's time has healed, still heals, will heal.
I drive in past the gatehouse, church
And park between the new and old.

So bright and clean, the General Block,
With landscaped grounds, electric doors,
New furniture and modern beds.

How tasteful are the changes made:
Cheap trendy names, emulsion paint,
Bring selfish sleep to Tory souls,
But will not break a padlocked purse
Or stop the cold through blackened walls.
Still here, the nineteenth century,
Where little boys that see, can't be.

My friend gets out and strolls towards
Old broken buildings primed with piss,
Their stagnant shadows' welcome kiss
Of lullabies and lunar laughs;
I watch him fade to dull, dim light.
The beds creak in communal rooms:

Sleep well my friend, your loneliness.
The Most Depressing Place on Earth
THE MOST DEPRESSING PLACE ON EARTH