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Out In My Lab


People are sick,

And I can help.

Not in a hospital,

But in a lab.

Vaccines and drugs

Are what they need

To stay away from that

Cold metal slab. 

People are hurt,

And I will try

Researching new treatments

Out in my lab.

I want to work

Doing research,

Anything except that, 

I'll take a cab.

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