Gloomily, the man approached,
He was not looking forward to this.
He had heard so many horrid things;
This doctor ate people's organs,
This doctor massacred his patients,
He was the one that people feared at,
Halloween.
No on wanted to see him,
But he was the only doctor available in their small town.​

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The look ahead,
He saw the small office.
He began to tremble,
He didn't need this,
This trauma.
He had just gone through a bad relationship,
And was all alone;
He was a nervous wreck.

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As he stepped up the hllow stairs,
He knocked quietly on the massive white door,
Stepping back after he was done.
The door opened with a creak,
The man entered the office.
He went straight for the chair,
Ignoring anything and anyone.

As he sat down he glanced around,
Seeing that the doctor had a bunch of sharp objects.
He got out his handkerchief and wiped his brow.

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The doctor motioned for him to come closer,
The man did so,
Slowly.
He couldn't understand why a black doctor would want to work here;
Among the whites,
After all they had done to his ancestors.
He began to shake violently.
The doctor examined him without a word,
Then he did something that shocked the man;
The doctor made him laugh.

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After the man had settled down,
The doctor went to his desk,
Sat down,
And wrote;
Medicine:
Laughter.
When:
Every 2 hours.
Why:
Too stressed.
Where: 700 Foster Street.

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The doctor handed him the prescription,
Gave him a cool drink of water,
And told him to have a nice day.
The man was confused,
He thought that the doctor was going to cut him up.
But he didn't question the doctor,
He went out,
Without so much as a thank you.
He read the prescription,
He recognized the address.
He was supposed to be there every two hours??

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He went over to the house on Foster Street,
The door was unlocked,
He walked on in.
Over half the town was there;
Laughing.
He looked again at the prescription,
"Too stressed"
He glanced around the room,
Everybody was stressed!
They were worried about the doctor,
He had sent them here;
Here was a place to forget your troubles.
The doctor knew where they should be;
With one another,
Having fun.

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The doctor came in then,
He looked around
And smiled.
He accomplished something for this small town;
A place where people can be free,
To be with people,
No matter who they be,
Or
What they look like.