Two cures best, zest then rest.

The eyes of the seer cure fear.

We need no cure — only dinner.

Touch cures; skin cheers.

Death leers at all cures; life grins back.

Diseases galore, remedies poor, the distant shore.

When there is no cure, we begin to understand.

Science and religion — different questions, different remedies.

To cure fear, go there.

Soft words heal harsh actions.

Grace squeegees the shamed; love swabs the maimed.

Improve the earth; cure the cures.

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