Ill
I have a special medicine,
for times when your feeling sad.
It kill's all the pain or heartach,
that you may have had.
You need one dose,
maybe one a day.
But not too much i have to say.
This has no bottle,
or no funny lid's..
Just look right beside you,
it's called "your kid's"
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2006
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