And my great healer looked graver than ere,
His flair deserting him not even once,
He swirled around in chair at me to stare,
And looked as if inspired by Providence,
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Fate, gate, , bate! No to hate; Only to wait patiently for the Doctor. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.