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Let My Sense of Humor Die Last

HEY, Guess What? There really IS a tumor Just chillin' in my brain Not causing any pain The Problem that needs Addressing Is just Where the tumor is Pressing And, Doc, with All Due Respect.... I mean, what the Heck.... It doesn't exactly REASSURE me to call it a simple Brain Surgery! So, now my friends, I know how it feels to have the Hounds of Death nipping at my heels. And I can't run as fast as I once could when I was young and things were good. And on my tombstone, in marble thick, Please carve the words: I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK Later

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