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 Poem #40As soon as I finish this poemI ’ll end it for good.Bullet to the headSwan dive off the overpassSwallow a bottle of pillsOr inhale the sweet gas.But first I have to put this to bed.I ’d even accept something A few slivers short of sublime.But anytime I get closeIt always seems To need one more line.4/16/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - April 16, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs