Not My Own, Just Passing Along!
LAUGH A LITTLE EVERY DAY....
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> SPECIAL POEM FOR PARKINSON PATIENTS!!
> 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 lo t
> 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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> There's always a lot to be thankful for if
> you take time to look for it. For example
> I am sitting here thinking how nice it is
> that wrinkles don't hurt...
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