Groan Mornings and Aleve, Sometimes
We always have enough choice
When a new day begins
To complain of pain, or give voice
To hope, mother that wins?
I did not give in to Mr. Groan
In USA I bought ALEVE (when pain had grown)
Magic in a pill, borrowed from Aspirin
I now have tonic drops in milk (south African)
FACT: the tonic told me by WENDOLENE is: BALSEM KOPIVA
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