If you are talking about Grays
That's something about rays,
Which gamma through tissue
Without permission or issue,
And then there's the dirt,
Piling Becquerels of hurt...
Beware floating dust gems:
Milli-sieverts and Rems,
Which slime us in flurries,
Of unimagined Curies...
I laugh rather than cry,
But I can't tell you why...
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