Ms, Diagnosis
The soup was as thick as a hickory stickNo one knew the patients name
Who knew a trick or two
Some words were read some say unsaid
Rubbing salt into the lick
Was split et. you're it
That is not it at all.
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-06-23 at 06:24
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