A row of colors line my shelf,
This made me stop and analyze myself.
One yellow pill i must pop,
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
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A little white one I partake,
Calms my hands so they won't shake.
The red ones I use a lot,
Tell me I,m happy when I'm not.
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The multi color pill goes to my brain,
And tells my body to over look pain.
The pink ones tell me not to wheeze,
Choke,cough, or even sneeze.
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The orange ones,smallest one's I recall,
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The blue one's, big and bright,
Prevent my leg cramps at night.
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Such a gathering of brilliant pills,
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
The thing I really need to know......
How does each know where to go ?
I have found as we grow older the more they give us to make us feel better a bit of fun about pill .
Marie Jacobs Oct 31st 2012
