Best Cancer Drug Poems

I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
 Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
 Daddy was in the back...

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Hold back the hour.
Stop the tears from flowing.
Breathe again untainted air.
Take back my bones, my breasts,
and race forward to passion once more

Hold back the hour,
before...

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Medical Marijuana

Magical Herb, given to this world
can cure so many things, you’d 
never believe it would

from helping a cancer patient
from starving
the positive results from it
are...

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Why do you judge others by features
you can only see
Everyone is different
That's the way we are suppose to be

If you think I have wrinkles now
Just...

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Jealousy could be as harmful as a drug...
It chases away all that's close without a hug...

It's an addiction that tears apart all that's good...
A self...

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There's a man I saw just the other day
However I don't know his name
He was of Hispanic decent I know
But we never spoke just the...

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Her curly hair was long and bright
Until that sad and scary night
The cancer took it all away
Leaving her sick night and day
Doctors, IV’s, get well...

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Shyloch, Shyloch Ye of crippled writers block Howl !
Hipster!  
Survivor of sanatoriums drug riddled needled dreams and cancer lobotomy fantasies!
Drowned out by the apathy...

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Wretched working weekend
Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
twelve hour shifts,
praying for Monday.

Noisy nurse's station,
patients pressing call-lights,
you'd think they'd all be resting,
but instead they're up all night.

With their East...

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Born stressed here,
Peer pressure, pain, and no rest till next year,
Blowing the smoke in my lungs that my chest fear,
It's a mind thing; the pleasure...

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LOOK AT EM CRAWLING...

At the old Darreel pub out near Mungindi....
Trapper Joe he rode up, he come from Boggabri...
The DTs were bad with this poor...

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Nineteen years of age, lost amid drugs ? Going nowhere except towards an asylum...
Soon his beautiful child, torn to be tattered ? Like time ripped...

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phases pass the day when i was young
i was happy and hate was a feeling unborn
colors where just colors 
fight where with pillows
people had cuddies
drugs...

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From the time of my youth you have given me people only to take them away.
Leaving me feeling lost and abandoned, like an orphan left...

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Smoking at Ipswich Hospital NHS Trust
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourable mentioned poet

Once I smoked like a trooper.  As...

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