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 IncantationHer name looked like a magical spellWhen written out in her native tongueAll I had to do was whisper it And my heart was bewitchedFor me it ’s simple to comprehend Others see gibberishThe glyphs a child would draw If told to invent a new language My struggle is with proper pronunciationA youth spent learning how to say new wordsBased on how they sounded in my headWhile silently reading I still recall the strange looks on faces the first time I saidassuageOut loud, not realizing it was supposed to rhyme with rage 2/20/24

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 20, 2024 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs