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RETIRING On days I don’t want to Doctor much I worry that I shall lose my touch All that running down those corridors Thwartings of tyrants and dreadful bores Brave rescues from the Foul Monster’s Lair And firm trouncing all the Demons There. Chaos never ends, oh that’s the shame So yes I tire of just one more game. Sometimes when the same old fight begins I fear, just once, I’ll let Evil win. And then, on second thought, perhaps I won’t Because they’re Monsters, and so I don’t. On days like that I don’t think at all That being the Doctor’s so bad after all.






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