Mr. Baskin
He's there, wheelchair
Hair combed, skin sweet
Like he's goin to church
But came to see me
And his woman, so dear
Always so near
I have moments I could fall
Against this proud man
But sturdy, trustworthy
Instead my hand
Kim Holmes, Nurse
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