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Orderly rows of padded chairs among Funeral home décor, fluorescent lights HGTV eternally on TV A really big and wide hi-def TV On which attractive thirty-somethings yip As they enter rooms: “OMYGOD! OMYGOD!” What would they say if they encountered God – OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM!   OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM! And how many people with eye problems Drive themselves to the ophthalmologist? And did I spell “ophthalmologist” right?
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Existential Depair in the Opht...Opt...Eye Doctor's Waiting Room
Orderly rows of padded chairs among Funeral home décor, fluorescent lights HGTV eternally on TV A really big and wide hi-def TV On which attractive thirty-somethings yip As they enter rooms: “OMYGOD! OMYGOD!” What would they say if they encountered God – OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM!   OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM! And how many people with eye problems Drive themselves to the ophthalmologist? And did I spell “ophthalmologist” right?
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
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