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Ruptured SplineYour father was the town doctor he always did a goodjob, he took care of everybody, that had something wrong. One day you went to school you weren't feeling very well, you were found in the girl's washroom, lying on the floor. Your father was helpless there wasn't a hospital in town, you had passed away in your father's arms, from a ruptured spline. Some people said it was some sort of kissing disease, I was too young to understand, I didn't believe them it wasn't true, all I know is my childhood friend was gone. Copyright Cynthia Jones Jan.18/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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