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Shingles
Shingles, if you have not had it do not wish it
On your worst enemy. Two nights of agony I rang
My doctor, he lives nearby, arranged to see him
(Cheaper that way).... It is good to live in a place
where everybody knows your name and I had just met
him a few weeks ago at a funeral, made him promise
to come to mine. He had laughed and said; even that
you have been  ill a lot this year you will shake it off and
go on living, the way you carry on you can come to mine.
I looked at him we had both survived cancer, and he
looked in fine health and I thought to survive your
doctor is bad manners; people may think he was not
up to the job.
Written by oskar
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