for a long time, i wondered
why my uncle used to enter the pharmacy
to ask where there was a good restaurant
in town. i think i have figured out his secret:

a pharmacist never smokes, he never drinks
neither is he fat, he probably doesn't take pills
because of all that, he must take care of his health
and eat carefully good food.

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Written on 2016-12-31 at 00:02

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Lawrence. A pharmacist knows which restaurant made food that made people sick. :)
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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
He'd also probably know which restaurants made people sick.