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Tomorrow

TOMORROW Doctor, Doctor doing your best, Am I going to die, or just need rest. The pills you gave me are having fun' Chasing each other round my tum'. From what I ail can I pass it on, Or with T.L.C. will it soon be gone. I promise to do what ever you say' But it seems as though it just won't go away. And though I sit here full of sorrow. Because of you, I know there will be another TOMORROW. NJR

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Date: 1/30/2016 7:18:00 PM
Norman, A great pleasure to find and read your pen today. Love -- SKAT --
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