Get Well
Gathering information on your condition, the doctor said you are getting sicker.
Every time I check your chart, the nurse grabs it away quicker,
Than you drove your car into that tree.
Worse, your buddies are concerned you may not be around,
Everyone wants your parking space after they plant you in the ground.
Last but not least, your wife hopes you die so she can marry your friend Larry.
Liberty Life Insurance, of course, wishes you a total recovery.
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