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Mar 2015
I now have a funky heart,
My nurse calls it a ***** heart.

All seemed well,
And I felt swell-
Until I stood, that is.

The funky heart grooved,
The ***** heart moved.

I fell,
Oh hell-
The nurse's name was Liz.

The doctor told me I'd be fine...
But he cannot feel the pain that is mine.
*frustrated because the cardiologist won't take me seriously
Carly Lloyd
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Carly Lloyd  Williamsburg
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