A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Fridayâ€”
so help me Jesusâ€”then made funny too
the other, further one.
There must have been a bit.
Sheets scrubbed away
soon all but three nails.
Doctors in this city O
will not (his wife cried) come.
Perhaps he's for it.
IF that Filipino doc
had diagnosed ah here in Washington
that ear-infection ha
he'd have been grounded, so in a hall for the ill
in Southern California, they opined.
The cabins at eight thou'
are pressurized, they swore, my love, bad forâ€”
ten days agoâ€”a dim & bloody ear,
They say are sympathetic, ears, & hears
more than they should or
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