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I was sad to hear your health
Had spiraled down into the pits
Because fabricated plaque
Had started giving your heart fits.
Hip hurray that modern surgeons,
Reinforced with skill to heal,
Can now put to rights our innards
With their shining scalpel steel.
May you soon return to work,
And have a life, with joys, replete.
May recovery not be abstract,
But, in every sense, concrete.
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