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Under the knife I laid back on the table I said to the surgeon Are you able? He said I’ve got a ladle And you’re on the table See you later big guy He had a wild gleam in his eye While he stood there with knife in hand The only trouble was There was no big band To usher me out But I woke up to a huge shout Wake up Wake up Do you know where you are? I looked up and didn’t see the stars So I figured I’m not underground And here I can be found Typing this epic And if you’re dyslexic I’ll tell you with a glass of wine I am fine |
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1.5 hours...not bad. Recovery one overnight...cost...Nothing...I'm Canadian!
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