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And Surgeons…!They work so hard and strive… To put things in us to rights, Hour after hour they work away, In day time, but also night! And put things together, take them away, Depending on the task to hand, Doing things unimaginable, Things we will never understand! But they work on, and never falter, They strive and strive again, To help us to a better life, By removing all of our pain! They never tire or slack, In their trial to make things right, And no matter what and no matter how, They will do their best and fight! Fight to make things okay for us, And give us a better quality of life, And have us look forward to the future! Instead of living the rest of our lives in strife! And take their time to talk to us, Like people the world over who care, Tis nice to know, and feel… That there are people like this out there! And my surgeon, he's a great seamstress! His stitching is second to none, And if there was a trophy…! Be sure, Adrian would have won! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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