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The Clinic

The cancer clinic was not a morbid place

It was no disgrace to be there

After a time, we began to care

And to dare to ask: How much longer for you?

There was a giant tree

We could see through the plate glass door

It cast a shadow of doubt

About what this was all about

One day the young boy who was out of place


Began to swear and tear at his shirt

We could all see the tree.

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Jun 08, 2021

Again, like a little heartbreaking and yet uplifting scene in a movie xoxoox

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