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Here is a poem a patient said I inspired and I thank her for her warm thoughts.
Grains of Sand
Twenty years you've listened well,
with gentle hands you now turn
the grains of sand of your memory cells.
Softly,
you say don't give up,
we will find a way, we'll try again.
For I have more grains of sand to tend.
You turned the
grains of sand
of your memory cells.
Until you found a way.
To ease our pain and make us well.
For this we are
grateful,
you listened well.
For you pulled us back
from the depths of hell.
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