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Aaron Wayne 1947 (Florida)



They're all working hard in the hospital's bowels,
with kindness and caring and sterile white towels.

They fight off our maladies, fevers and curses.
They're our guardian angels -

... also called Nurses.
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Submitted on April 21, 2021

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