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Mar 2013
He knows it when I'm in pain,
He knows the blood that runs through my veins.

He knows it when I am ill,
He treats me with a thousand pills.

He knows my body and it's curves,
He comforts me with much love..

He is the one who treats,
God isΒ Β the one who heals,
Yet he's more than a doctor,
He's the flickering ray of hope in my ordeal....
I'm afflicted with chicken pox.. So, lying in bed,I just scribbled this out!
Nirmalee
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Nirmalee
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