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At a time when death threatened to flirt with my mother, I ran! Doctor to Doctor.. |
| Medicine Man, you breathe life into pharma-pills. Take my cash.. Give me smiles.. Won't take time, read my files.. In the valley of death you treat the sick like goldmines bleed illness as milk blind heart to tears. You; Medicine Man Swallow vows with Vodka; Vomit reassurance. |