Probably came fast,
As fast as a *flash*.
There was a flash of lightning in the back;
Ground the message from the doctor,
“Doctor, can the message only be bliss?”
Bliss was the throwback scene,
Seen was maroon, yellow, and green,
Green in hand, but now what good,
The good dog next to us stood.
Stood the time weathering,
Weathered by disease and differences,
Differences in the seasons seemed to be almost nothing.
Nothing stood in their way except: probably-
But, but, but-
Not a final yes to their diagnosis.

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