I make some friends at hospitals.
I made another friend of five.
He held in hand the Mighty Hulk.
He made it jump. He made it dive.

He growled its lines, came hard with
And sent a shockwave with his breath.
To death he sent some villains, then,
Forgetting he was facing death.

His surgery had not gone well.
A hole in heart they could not heal.
How irony had struck this boy:
So whole of heart, so full of zeal.

A doctor better, costing more
Will come to see inside his heart.
I pray she somehow plugs this hole.
I pray my friend keeps scripting art.

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