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Hospital Visit
What a caper!
Wrapped in a paper
‘whistle and flute’,
disposable suit -
like yesterdays chips,
then pinned at the hips -
scanned and ejected,
the results then reflected
a diagnosis selected,
the problem corrected -
then off I went home for m’tea!
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