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 EclairWe want to be known.Someone to be seen throughThe mists and veilsNo one controls How we ’re viewed Doctor customer poetOr random guy in the hallThe lady with robust browsThe kid pilfering chocolate eclairs  When the moms are all talking   You get seen no matter whatIt isn't for you to tellThe gawker in the streetWhat he ought to be seeing Look at yourself 5/31/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 31, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs