‘Of malign growth no sign', the doc declared
Swirling into the cube I waited in,
With enough hints, his wisdom as he aired,
As if a kindly heart heaved in within,
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Skin, Bone! Growth; The pain! ! The healing process. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.