Dr Kawaskai operated on my sister who had a broken neck and she is fine
I am going to fly until I cannot fly any more In a wink she was gone, my cousin Lenore She was an expert at brooming and it was her turn I heard years later that she broke her neck in a giant gray urn Apparently, her landing was not the best that fall Luckily, she was in Iowa City, with a surgeon with gall Named Dr. Kawasaki, he was brilliant with a broken neck. She flew back in after surgery, and we all ran to inspect…. Yes, she was healing well, the result of a miraculous doc. Now I have to raise money, she said, to get my broom out of hock. It seems she had to pay a bit of the enormous expense. University of Iowa Hospitals requires dollars, not cents.
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