He's climbed that stony hill
a man with seeing eyes
who thinks and ponders still
the oh, so common lies.
And looking to the yonder
I know this doctor will
with care and childlike wonder
attend to what is ill.
A man who never swallows
the modern greedy pill
who's filled in many hollows...
A Happy Birthday, Bill!
He sounds one in a million. A warmly penned tribute, Herbie. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
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A warm, funny, finely penned tribute to a doctor who attends to more ills than those medical; and, indeed, from one! t x