The Good M.D.

I guess nobody wants to see the doc,
but my aversion stems from an extreme
experience when I was five. The shock
stayed with me, reinforced into a theme
of error, disrespect, and mindless scheme.
But I went in today, and all was nice.
The treatment was intelligent. I deem
the doctor wise – I’ll follow her advice.


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