Humans
Marv is a friend
Nasr has recently joined
Both sick, Alzheimer, Parkinson
Older friend is eighty, latter seventy
The first was insurer, and doctor the second
I visited Marv, and had a long phone talk with other.
They made me think: “What are we, humans? ”
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