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A ROW OF BOTTLES ON MY SHELF
CAUSE ME TO ANALYZE MYSELF |
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ONE YELLOW PILL I HAVE TO POP
GOES TO MY HEART SO IT WON’T
STOP |
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A LITTLE WHITE ONE THAT I TAKE
GOES TO MY HANDS SO THEY WON'T
SHAKE |
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THE BLUE ONES THAT I USE A LOT
TELL ME I AM HAPPY WHEN I AM NOT |
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THE PURPLE PILL GOES TO MY BRAIN
AND TELLS ME THAT I HAVE NO PAIN |
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THE CAPSULES TELL NOT TO WHEEZE
OR COUGH OR CHOKE OR EVEN SNEEZE |
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THE RED ONE, SMALLEST OF THEM
ALL GOES TO MY BLOOD SO I WONT
FALL |
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THE ORANGE ONES, VERY BIG AND
BRIGHT PREVENT MY LEG CRAMPS IN
THE NIGHT |
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SUCH AN ARRAY OF BRILLIANT PILLS
HELPING CURE ALL KINDS OF ILLS |
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BUT WHAT I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO
KNOW!.......... IS |
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WHAT TELLS EACH ONE WHERE TO
GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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The
Special Poem for Senior Citizens |
