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| Hark, a ticking heart machine As the team all clad in green Cuts into my eye with care And I say a silent prayer. I feel tickled as I hear Ultrasound with hissing queer. Like the primal void I see Bluish waters rolling free. Sprays of light like comets bright In the murky swirling night. Then they say the job is done. As for me, it was great fun. | ||
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