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The Doc had said to 'flush'.
He was in no big rush,
but toxins had been stored
lab tests had now explored
what needed to be done.
'Go out into the sun
and get yourself some beer
the next time you are here
you will have no complains.
So use your tiny brains
it is not pills you need
but amber brew indeed.
You dump into the sewer
(the doctor was a brewer)
the poisons from inside
they all do hitch a ride
and when you get too pissed
I'll cross you off my list,
I think the world must use
for health, a lot more booze.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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