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This poem is copyright 2004
"Who you?" asked the patient A twinkle in his eye "Should I say a doctor?", she thought Confused, not knowing why Just a doctor? It didn't seem right He already knew that - She saw him every night If she said "Labour" Perhaps that would do The twinkle in his eye said "That's not the real you!" She barracked for St Kilda She went to all their games But that wasn't all she was Her mind explained Should she her interest In macrame reveal? She was beyond these silly labels, she did feel "I'm just a doctor," Her words the silence broke A twinkle in HER eye - she shared the joke That he was just a patient When she was sure That he was more, he was more He was more, he was more. -------------------(Peter Elliott)-----------------------Inspired by a story in Chapter 2 of "How Can I Help?" by Ram Das and Paul Gorman