‘Twas the night before Monday, when all through the clinic,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a cynic;
The phone lines were hung at reception with care,
And stethoscopes tucked into drawers so…square.
The Electronic Health Record snuggled up in its server,
Dreaming of docs using it with such zest! …and such fervor!
Paper Rx pads no longer used for little Lucy or Michael,
Curled up with sad visions, “I hope we’ll at least be recycled…&rd
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