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An Answer To Breast Cancer

Soon, it got up to Dr. Spencer Burning incense on coppery censer In pursuit of a fitting answer To the craziest hard hitting cancer: A line he’d toed for an ulcer And it result gave him for Gastric Seltzer… Krishna clouds their way making for a breast, Not for once letting be the crest, Incense one, Incense two, up to eleven In lieu of healing verses to The Heaven. For a doctor openly radical It shouldn’t often be the medical Nor often needful the rightly surgical, For cancer that could shame the methodical.

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