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Grateful Alcoholic I’ve heard it said Here and there When words of wisdom Fill the air Few would be those Who’d complain When diagnosed With cancer’s pain If told though fatal Their disease There is one way To earn reprieve Yes, in church basements Bare your soul In front of strangers You don’t know As your story’s Told and shared The cure comes To you unawares But vigilant now You must be For only daily’s Your reprieve For just so long As you may live What you’ve received You must now give How easy You must think I’m sure That’s all you do To get the cure? Still many fail And lose their way They just can’t bring themselves To stay If there was One thing I could do I would give this cure To you |
Additional Notes:
My eldest sister was just diagnosed with breast cancer.
It's a "very treatable" kind. Still mighty scary.
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