Cancer Poem by bryan wallace

Cancer

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Oh curséd Devil
That walks in our midst.
Ready to pounce,
Sinking your dagger
With scant regard -
The young or the old,
The rich or the poor.
Leaving devastation,
Taking -
But never giving,
The misery and suffering
Left littered in your wake.

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