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Jul 2015
Following a visit to the phlebotomist this morning, I penned the following:

She stuck a needle in my thumb
I gave a mighty yelp.
She said that she was satisfied.
I asked: “Do you need help
To take my blood that ancient way?”
To answer which she said
“It’s simply that you look so pale
I thought you might be dead.”
Joseph Sinclair
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Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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