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May 2020
Removed
But not fully soothed
A waiting game of 5 to 10 years
Please be gone, save me my tears
Doctors do their job but not yet the cure
Sometimes it's in the hands of others
Relying on the faith of their Lord
Spreading like a ***** little rumour
Reappearing its filthy diseased head
Sorry, you have a tumour
So let's not let this thing bring us all down
You can beat it, I know you, never one to frown
Always the first to laugh with some daft banter
Let's kick this thing out of the park, this ******* known as cancer

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
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