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PIPE DREAMS: 4 by WILLIAM A. PHELON

First Line: PROTECT ME, WAH! I SEE THREE FEARFUL FIENDS
Last Line: YOUR YOUNG APPENDIX, ALSO ALL YOUR WEALTH?
Subject(s): DREAMS; PHYSICIANS; NIGHTMARES; DOCTORS;
PROTECT me, Wah! I see three fearful fiends,
Armed to the teeth with weapons dire and grim,
Pointing at me, and evidently primed
To carve me up and chop me limb from limb.
What's that you say? "Those dloctors clome for you!"
I want no doctors. I'm in gorgeous health.
What use are doctors, only to remove
Your young appendix, also all your wealth?



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