Ill
I have found a special medicine,
for times when your feeling sad.
It kill's all of your pain or heartach,
that you may have had.
You need only one dose,
maybe one a day.
But don't have too much,
just thought I had better say.
This isn't in a bottle,
and it has no funny lid's..
Your medcine is beside you,
The medcine is "your kid's"
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2006
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