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Like freshly tilled red shale from jersey The mind splinters in the blades Medicinal communion daily Cod liver for the brain A dark mangled psyche Transfusions of advice The doctor is not in He¹s hiding from the Whine The telltale stretch marks on my eardrums A record of their tears A thousand violins are playing Who cares? Responsibility ignored for brief salvation Chained to the nursery, my open invitation