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LIPOMA There did they go into the cyberspace where none but the great of heart have ever gone before and they did find great pleasure unto the night for it was a time of love and understanding and she did say it is good. And when they did awake unto the dawn then he did see a mass onto his shoulder that had not ever been there before and he was sore afraid. Then he did say unto his mate, whose name is Mae, what is it that has aflicted me in the night and bonded itself onto the very body of me? And she did reply unto her husband, I know not. And so they did consider the mass and it was firm and round as a gooses egg, yet it was of the mass that was thrice the size. So she did lay her hands onto the mass and did say, is it now with pain, for I have given it a great charge? But he did reply, nae, I feel it not. And so they did go with the coming day, even as the sun was high, unto his physician, who counseled with some of his own, as to the matter. And they did touch, and poke, and wonder at the mass, and then they did say it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more. But one of physicians did ask of what great need do you have of this arm, and the man did reply, it is not the one with which I write my name. And the husband, whose name is Fred, did inquire as to how this mass ever came to be and so has attached itself onto me? And there it sits, as if bad things to come. Then his physicians did reply and say nae, it is naught to worry about but we can remove it if you have the desire. And the wife did say unto the physicians, who were with great skill in the matter, this he does have, so the husband did say, it is so my desire, I have great needs that it be gone. But the physicians did reply it shall be taken away in twelve days, for that is the only time that is not already spoken for. And so they did agree. Now when the night came and he did lay again with his wife, there came a great trembling from deep within his body, and he did shake to his very toes. And she did say, husband, why is it that you shake? And what is it that maketh your body wet all over, as if a rain has fallen on the very place you lay? And he did reply, I know not. But he was with great fear and did wonder as to what the mass could be. And his wife did then say, it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more. But he did think on the matter and then did say, this must surely be as unto a sign from the maker that my time is at hand. Surely my life has been filled with goodness but has brought me unto this very day. And she did say, it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more. And as the day grew near, but was even the second day unto the removal, the husband did worry and say some more, my life is at an end for the very inside of me does now quake and my hands tremble at the sight of the mass. Yea, mine eyes cannot bear to gaze upon it and it has become an abomination unto my sight. But his wife did say, it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more. Then there came onto the tube, as if an omen and a sign unto its own, that a man had a mass and surely it had taken him away, as if a robber had come in the night. And he did grieve, for the day was almost at hand, but did go unto his physicians and did say, see how my body is wet and trembles at its' sight? How is it that this thing has come unto me? And what are the tingles unto my skin is it what cometh from a lipoma? But the physicians did shake their heads and then they did say you have the stress. And so he did wonder at what they did tell him, and when he looked, the mass was still there. But the physicians did say, it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more. And one of the physicians said if it is not a lipoma, the betting is off. And then the man did return to his home but trembled in the night. Now when the morning did come and the woman reached for her husband, she found his space to be empty and wet where he had layed. and she did say, husband, where is it you have gone? But she heard not a reply. And so she did go into the bottom of the house where she did see him hanging from a beam and then she did cry. And so the constable did come, along with the scribes, but the wife was with great grief and did say o! that my life has such dismay because of the lump that has taken him away. What manner of thing has fallen to me? And the scribe, who was to tell of the matter, asked of her, what is it that has made you grieve? And then the constable did say is it the mass, that has made your husband to end his life? And she did say, it was a lipoma, and it was nothing more. ....© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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