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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
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