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Doctor Hill's Bill True Story

In a little West Texas cow town years ago There was an old doctor by the name of Hill Little man, mild mannered, cheerful until made mad He doctored old cowboys and drunks when things got slow His usual cure was a kick in the butt and a pill He had some regular people that weren't to bad Doctor Hill had some that lived far out of town On ranches and God awful places Doc was carried There was one family that lived on a ranch way far out There name was Brown An old mother and two daughters not married The old mother complained to hurt everywhere about She claimed to be bed ridden, could walk as good as you and me She fell out of bed one night, the sister did not know what to do So the called Dr. Hill at ten So late at night the got in his car to go see He had been there five times before, he knew what to do Laying there on the floor, she had done it again Doc told them to get a blanket and a pillow and put them on the floor He made a pallet for her and ten he said "Let's roll her over on to the mat Put the pillow under her head , then headed for the door His little round face was turning blood red Then he said, "Now damn it fall off of that"

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Date: 11/6/2009 3:51:00 PM
Sounds like she had just about tried his patience. I can just see that and I am outside laughing. Keep writing. Sara
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Date: 11/6/2009 8:15:00 AM
What an amazing story....and a poem to make me smile!! The old country doctor, and the family doctor of my childhood...all that care, concern and personal bedside manner just doesn't happen anymore. What a fun story to read....enjoyable, sweet and funny!! ~ Love, Carrie
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Date: 11/6/2009 2:36:00 AM
Danny, Dr. Hill was a jewel and a model for the medical profession. I do like the comic twist at the end. My doctor has recently retired. He's so old he won't even tell people his age, but he made house calls and even opened his office in the middle of the night when a friend of mine was very ill. They don't make doctors like them anymore. His concern for Mrs. Brown touched my heart. Outstanding poem - one for my favorites. Love, carolyn
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