plea

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escape artist mind
performs Houdini acts
faced with incurable ills
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smote in heart, bloodied
once too many by fate
flirts daringly in full spate
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fete life feted with flair
often caves, direness
notwithstanding
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O God, either make
me a doctor, stout of heart
or a healer of hurts, hearts
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not much to ask is it?
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