TALK HEALTH

Talk health. That dreary never-ending tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale;
You cannot charm or interest or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
So, say that you are well and all is well with you
And God shall hear your words and make them true.

In "TO PLEASE, STEER CLEAR OF THAT MINOR CHORD" by Abigail Van Buren
St. Louis Post-Dispatch 08-03-1995


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