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I need the exercise to stay within some reasonwe now have summer here, the temperature is up.And in between I had, while no one looked and snooped,created one more poem for the week to post,I’d do the typing with my usual two fingers,and watch the ratings of the trolls for entertainment.There was the news to…

will it ever give inat the change of the moon?As our limbs succumbto a leaden fatigueand our minds obeyan empowering league,it’s the have-more planthat was laid in our cots,and humane is the wordof forget-me nots.

voran der Schoeffe mit den grossen Taschen,ins Zeug, es war viel mehr als nur Routine,lebenswichtig zum Dienste der Gerechtigkeit.Und dann, als die Stunde einer Wahrheit schlug,gab es als stolzes Resultat nichts weiter alsein unerwartetes, doch schallendes Gelaechter.

There was a wiggle and a swaythe whiff of Polish beer.He said, a voice of no regretthat life begets its prize,he held my hand, I’m glad we metand looked into my eyes.I was, as you might know my friend,a cousin to his mother,and in the end, the very endI’d love him as my brother!

I thought about us poor physicians,our constant efforts, noble missions.And what disturbed me to no endis Nature’s willingness to mend.The people come to us for pillsto wipe away their frequent ills.But look around and you will seethe world is full of misery.So, it is clear that healers’ powerscan add, at best, to life some hours.And…

served, it was their favouriteeating place, a cafeteria,someone had even placed an accenton the word, over the first ‘e’,‘be generous with the brown beans’,he was heard to say, dentures rattling,proceeded to sit at the table nearest,the chair creaked modestly and wassilenced by a staccato of at leastseven explosions, they could haveonly come from the sigmoid,…