Poem

The HerniaHow did I get it doc, they always askWhat did I do wrong?Hard to know I always say.Maybe you coughed.That log you lifted.Blame the foreman, blame your father.More likely you didn ’t do anything at all.The ultimate etiology remains in ambiguityBecause it isn ’t anything at allIt ’s just a hole, a gap in your continuityAn absence that becomes a weaknessRipe for attackYour empty spaces always get filledSome how, some waySometimes with the things we don ’t need,The things that hurt11/16/19
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - Category: Surgery Authors: Source Type: blogs
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