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A booth Made out of Fed-Ex blocks Tongue depressors Still lingering with the taste of fudgesicle Diagnoses Of cat-scratch fever Of applesauce flu Of –itises and –idias One end of a jumprope Held to one ear And the other Tracking the thump of a human heart When the only illnesses Were those of a sun-spent day And playdate fatigue We were all doctors We could all Save Lives…
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
Playing Doctor
A booth Made out of Fed-Ex blocks Tongue depressors Still lingering with the taste of fudgesicle Diagnoses Of cat-scratch fever Of applesauce flu Of –itises and –idias One end of a jumprope Held to one ear And the other Tracking the thump of a human heart When the only illnesses Were those of a sun-spent day And playdate fatigue We were all doctors We could all Save Lives…
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
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