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What's Up Doc with those Scrubs


sitting in the office, of the waiting room,

A QUACK DOC, runs by 
and flicks his hip 
and dust, do 
fly high

man sneezes and coughs
but i close my eyes
and holds my 
breath

not knowing 
if, it was 
meant
to make me sick

so in this a vent 
I have found 
that we 
who 
trust 

won't always see 
the conspicuous
of many unwanted
deeds 

so i ask 
will someone 
pray for me 
i can't win!

October 14, 2019 Monday at doctor's office real

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