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And the Dr. said to calm

They would never do her harm

But on whose ticket was she there?

School fees of needers?

Feeders of hunger?

And the pressure tend to be up

She didn’t want to be there

Dr. flips; “You can’t tell me what to do”

Her anger, the patient’s anger

Araba knew the better one had to give in

And there came a friend and an angel

Who brought a superior and calmed her heart

And said she could go home after her life was assured

And there it was

That after many infusions

And unnecessary suspectings

She sailed into the bed she loved

With chest aches and feelings of weakness

And a sore throat like a known visitor

And still, the many who depend on her

Must suffer for these spendings

Better yet, more months are ahead

For them to receive help

This life is…

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