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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Cancer Cure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"A year to live," the Doctor said;<br>"There is no cure," and shook his head.<br>Ah me! I felt as good as dead.<br>Yet quite resigned to fate was I,<br>Thinking: "Well, since I have to die<br>'Twill be beneath the open sky." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so I sought a wildsome wood<br>Wherein a lonely cabin stood,<br>And doomed myself to solitude,<br>And there was no one I would see:<br>Each morn a farmer brought to me<br>My food and hung it on a tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Six eggs he brought, and milk a quart,<br>Enough for wretches of my sort<br>Whose life is fated to be short.<br>At night I laid me on the round,<br>In robe of buffalo wrapped round . . .<br>'Twas strange that I should sleep so sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The farmer man I seldom saw;<br>I pierced my eggs and sucked them raw;<br>Sweet mil refreshed my ravaged maw.<br>So slowly days and weeks went by,<br>And always I would wonder why<br>I did not die. . . I did not die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus brooding on my grievous lot<br>The world of men I fast forgot.<br>And in the wildwood friends I sought.<br>The brook bright melodies would sing,<br>The groves with feathered rapture ring,<br>And bring me strange, sweet comforting. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all at once I knew that I<br>Miraculously would not die:<br>When doctors fail let Nature try.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508476" data-title="My Cancer Cure de Robert William Service" data-description=""A year to live," the Doctor said; "There is no cure," and shook his head. Ah me! I felt as good as dead. Yet quite resigned to fate was I, Thinking: "Well, since I have to die 'Twill be beneath the open sky." And s..."></div> </div> </div>
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