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Occupational Therapy


                  

OT is a wonderful way to serve all now and then.

 

Many of us take for granted the simplest things in life.
Sometimes an accident or illness can cause us strife.

 

Dedication and passion is what makes them rest

We will never settle for less than the best

 

Well trained, educated, and showing compassion is their plan.

Their care and happiness wonders where they even began

We all deserve to experience a fulfilled life at home or at work.
In their world, our needs for those services they'll never shirk.

With only one line to go, I'll suppose you'll not fuss.
This profession gives hope to the gloomy ole guss.

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