Prostrate Poems - Poems about Prostrate

Doctor to hail for my not being down, Close to thirty years for my breakdown: My biggest catch through a brother mate, Whose only word for him is first rate... Now exchanging blows with Prostrate Gland: A cancer of the treatable brand. He says he'll live - Doctor Retired: Wages unpaid had got him tired... Great hopes New Government will this do. I dared...

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wishing for heaven supplicate in front of  god solace in hardship...

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Last thing want to hear Were it detected sooner Have doctor check rear...

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God I prostrate in my thought on your feet I want to meet you please show me the street. God please make my works easy be it big or small God please never neglect me though I am your doll. God please light up my soul like morning of the day God please be my Guide never let me go...

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I never felt so embarrassed my dear It’s not like they were checking my ear He gave me a gown with ties in the back Is that what they mean by saying no to crack He said please lay over on your side I saw his big hands, that’s when I cried He said there are no lumps that I can...

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It is to your strength this poem is addressed Even you who took with joy the huge pain To put me to bed, will of the fruits gain. Watched over the cradle and would not rest I have no doubt you did your very best. Did not let go during the hardship's rain Your care and profound love was not...

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