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No Cure
Phone home, why, there's no one there.
Okay, though how come nobody's there.
Well it's a long short story, that defined
a life well lived. What happened the short
story, wee Liz died.
The long story is the indifference of doctors
towards her illness, making her wonder at
what they were waiting for. Today I wonder
Was it big business curtailing investment in
making cures available.
When or if they phone home, taking themselves
away from making money, do they ever wonder
on the plight of loved ones dying from so called
Incurable illness Probably not,wouldn't be part of their
remit to show compassion. After all it's capitalism
bottom line must show, that the long story of
costly welfare will continue.
Decency and humanity we leave to the do gooders.
smart guys know that gullible fools abound.
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