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Post by frankj3 on Jul 15, 2011 19:43:14 GMT -5
SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS
A row of bottles on my shelf Caused me to analyze myself. One yellow pill I have to pop Goes to my heart so it won't stop. A little white one that I take Goes to my hands so they won't shake. The blue ones that I use a lot Tell me I'm happy when I'm not. The purple pill goes to my brain And tells me that I have no pain. The capsules tell me not to wheeze Or cough or choke or even sneeze.. The red ones, smallest of them all Go to my blood so I won't fall. The orange ones, very big and bright Prevent my leg cramps in the night. Such an array of brilliant pills Helping to cure all kinds of ills. But what I'd really like to know............
Is what tells each one where to go!
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Post by TERRA NUVO on Jul 15, 2011 21:48:25 GMT -5
any other good news?
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Post by flyangler on Jul 16, 2011 4:47:56 GMT -5
Thanks for the perspective Frank, now where's my blue pills.
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Post by frankj3 on Jul 16, 2011 20:55:40 GMT -5
Fly, I don't take the blue pill for sex, I take it to keep from rolling out of the bed!!!
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