![]() Getting GleevecA Poem by Alfred Kukitz![]() cure![]() Getting Gleevec Santa, Santa we’ve run out of time You old North Pole guy I need a kind rhyme Please Santa as little boys know You grant surprises to good boy’s souls. If ever you find Gleevec coming your way Send me enough pills to take my diabetes away Ask Dr. Veera to package this gift with ribbons & bows so I’ll be able to be the sugar plum kid! © 2017 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() Alfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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