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My Nurse My Unsung Hero


My humble self, Do genuflect before your spirited presence. To my guardian angels, Angels with wings, But with skills and syringe. I do venerate; your work is of essence. Glimmering heart so pure. Many sick souls, you have cured. Beautiful by heart not by face. Your sweet ways is worth to embrace. All I see in you, Is glowing glistening grimace. Mama Nurse, you're wonderful By deeds and ways. Just like Nightingale, I see, the golden veil. Your service to humanity, Is always avail. Your work is angelic, I must hail. You're my superhero. With your scrub, syringe and stethoscope. You gave me hope. From sickness to good health, You helped me elope Miss Nurse, your work is dope Without you, would I have cope? Huh, Nope! You're Noble, You're Understandable, You're Reliable, You're Serviceable and You're Efficient. You're my Nurse, My Unsung hero. ~PhilzDpoet
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