Thursday, 11 October 2012

Voices


Beautiful flower on the banks of the Blesbokspruit

The old man visits his doctor. “Doctor, you must help me,” he says. “Remember, last time I was here I told you about the voices in my head. Well, those voices are suddenly gone.”

“Now what then is the problem, Mr Fischer?”

“I think I am going deaf.”



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