oh, the things you hear at the doctors'
the elderly man with melanoma on his face
trudging out behind his wife
mumbling **** under his breath
the sweet weathered receptionist
says "nice to see you again!"
to her seventieth geriatric patient
there comes a day
when her patients quit calling
quit showing up
and she has fewer and fewer people
to recognize
ugh
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
oh, the things you hear at the doctors'
the elderly man with melanoma on his face
trudging out behind his wife
mumbling **** under his breath
the sweet weathered receptionist
says "nice to see you again!"
to her seventieth geriatric patient
there comes a day
when her patients quit calling
quit showing up
and she has fewer and fewer people
to recognize
ugh
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