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THE GRATEFUL PATIENT.
The doctor leaned tenderly over the bed
And looked at the patient's complexion,
And felt of the pulse and the feverish head,
Then stood for a time in reflection.
“A strange complication!
My recommendation
Is morphia by hypodermic injection.”
And looked at the patient's complexion,
And felt of the pulse and the feverish head,
Then stood for a time in reflection.
“A strange complication!
My recommendation
Is morphia by hypodermic injection.”
The patient looked up with a leer in his eye
And winked in the doctor's direction—
“Well, Doc,” he remarked, “since you say I must die,
I'm grateful to you for protection—
I'm now in position
To ask the commission
T' excuse me from serving as judge of election.’
And winked in the doctor's direction—
“Well, Doc,” he remarked, “since you say I must die,
I'm grateful to you for protection—
I'm now in position
To ask the commission
T' excuse me from serving as judge of election.’
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