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My Robotic Surgeon R26475

Here is R26475 He’s your surgeon, head of ward Five. I have no word This seems absurd But he actually kept me alive. Thank you R26475 Both knees are fixed, I can take a dive. You helped me so much My toes I can touch. You’ve given me back my groove and jive.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/29/2021 6:06:00 PM

I need to meet R26475, for this damp weather is causing my DBD to act up. I can always tell when a cold front is coming through. But...I'm too old and infirmed for surgery, so I'll just take these aching bones with me.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 5/30/2021 8:54:00 PM

Yeah, sure! But as they say, better than the alternative....who the hell is "they," who are damned smart????

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/30/2021 3:51:00 PM

I have arthritis in both ankles. Some days I take one step on the school's concrete floors and I think I have broken BOTH ankles. Really fun to get old Hank. Bah! Humbug!