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FOR LINDA BELLINGHAM: THE MOTHER OF ALL OXO CUBES.

The mother of all oxo cubes. Family trials and tribulations. Queen of British t.v. Between the programs, she would slip. Sons at college. And daughter's love issues. Always there with good food and tissues. Succumbed to the big bad "C". Bowel cancer. So in this poem entirely dedicated to this cool lady, I hereby leave a message. If your body is playing up. If your number twos flow out as water would, for more than a week or two, Tell your medic about your flowing issue. If you notice blood running through your it too. May just be in the toilet pan. Any persistent lower abdominal pain, my advice is please to do the same. Go see your doctor as soon as you can. This big "C" is fairly common. Bowel cancer is treatable. If you catch it in good time. Linda Bellingham. Rest In Peace. So sorry you couldn't keep your real family's Christmas date. Sleep well. (C) Livvi
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