Doctors And While I Am Poem by James McLain
Doctors And While I Am
Doctors and While I Am,
it doesnt matter I knew it was,
it's just that little thing,
right over there.
That nurse is lovey special,
my living will she has.
I've since learned,
the glass right here,
keeps sound inside my head.
But why do all my room mates
keep leaving me,
with out ever saying one good by.
Quite now,
here she comes,
to gently wash my head.
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