AI written poem about sick call.
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Sick call, a ritual we must attend, A time to seek help, a time to amend Our ailing bodies, our troubled mind A chance to heal, a chance to find
The root of the problem, the source of the pain The cause of the fever, the source of the strain We stand in line, we wait our turn We hope and pray, our health we'll earn
But sick call is more than just a place to go It's a symbol of care, a chance to show That we're human, that we need help too That we're not machines, we're not just crew
So when we're feeling low, when we're feeling sick We know where to go, we know what to pick Sick call is there, a beacon of hope A place where we heal, a place where we cope
So let's all be grateful, let's all be kind For sick call and its staff, a peace of mind They work hard every day, they're always there To help us heal, to show they care
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