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Dec 2019
"Hello Doctor,"
the woman said;
"How long before,
this thing is dead?"
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"A half-an-hour,
give or take;
Then you'll be rid,
of this dreadful mistake."
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"Will the Fetus feel,
very much pain;"
"It is so small,
won't feel a thing."
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Then the Doctor inserted,
a shiny blade;
And slowly began,
to scrape him away.
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The blade sliced off,
a piece of his leg;
It was the first time,
this child was afraid.
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Inch by inch,
the Scalpel dug deep;
The arms, the hands,
then both of his feet.
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One last scrape,
o'er the tiny head;
Then the evil one,
pronounced him dead.
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Written by
Poetress2  59/F/IL
(59/F/IL)   
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