Apollo is to McDreamy like Mythology is to Grey’s Anatomy
Healers in tow
with a golden arrow and bow
Perfect and steady,
always at the ready
Their hands are accustomed to removing tumors
Commanding the operating room while obliterating rumors
Dancing in perfect synchronicity
Their power is great, it does not fear any atrocity
A doctor, a God
Brain surgery is for the ones that never stop.
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