The Unfairness Of Angels

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Dear Dr I was wondering if you could help me?
I have just come from accident and emergency
I have this pain in my stomach like a heavy feeling
And i walk around as though I'm day-dreaming
It's like my intestines are like iron knots all mangled inside
And sometimes I get emotional, like on the way here I cried
And I have not been feeling very well at all
So that's why I went to the hospital
And they took an X-Ray
But they said I was fine and sent me away
So here I am doc, not knowing what to do about it
I am fed up feeling like a piece of sh!t!
Sorry didn't mean to swear
But if this carries on I'll end up in intensive care
What's that you're prescribing for me?
How much is it? I don't have a lot of money
What you mean it's free
Ok, Ok I will take it, and we will see
Ok Doc If you're telling me if I take this, I will be fine
But I have never heard of this medicine called time?



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