The prognosis is bad – we don’t say so.
It’s not on the top of my head, you know.
I can understand why you might ask this.
Right now my thought is to give it a miss.
It would so fake to give you a date.
Equally bad if we communicate.
Look on line. Go downstairs. Those people are great.
If it’s a big deal I know you can wait.
We got you to Christmas. That’s Ho, Ho. Ho.
We train not much to let any good word flow.
Hop on your bike. Go, give your kids a kiss.
This from us all – not to know is bliss.
We’re good. We’re sharp. We love our med tech.
But patients with questions. Mate, what the heck?
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