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Chemo

 

The guy on the street below

this morning

was bald

and checking parking

meters.

 

At first

I thought he was a Hare Krishna

or something

but he was dressed in jeans

and a t-shirt

instead of the customary

robes.

 

Someone he must of known

walked by

and shook his hand

and asked him how the treatments

were going.

 

He said all was well

but I didn’t

 

believe

him.