For Better, Not Worst

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I hate the very sight of needles.

Friend or Foe.

I'm not qualified to own him And I don't intend to fall prey to him. He has brought tears to my eyes more than once Then again, he has cheered me up, as I glanced... My tests sparks no controversy The feel of his touch leaves indelible mark. You, too, have felt his fierce touch From time to time, it is a must. He stands erect like one in charge Never mind his size, he's of steel, smooth and hard. You need not see him, but his touch you can't ignore A part of you will quiver again, just like before. Most Doctor visit give rise to a hypodermic needle For better, not worst. *

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