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Straight To Hospital

You, please, stretch on ambulance The badly stabbed with a lance, Then, straight to a hospital With your little capital; Not later in a clinic As proposed in a picnic: Nothing to be left to luck, So that we don't mouth "Oh Fcuk!" How are you sure they 'll survive: Those shot you didn't revive? Sadly dying hopes revive, When Medics didn't arrive? I say: off to hospital "Bad patient" now his title.

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