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Friday, January 14, 2011

Day 3; Poem 3

Medicine


A full, round stomach;
A heart full of laughter and joy.
Medicine: potent.

A smile creeping onto my face;
Closing my eyes to fully re-experience the experience.
Therapy: effective

Warm embraces; friendly faces;
Offers of help and gifts to boot.
Happiness: definite.
Posted by Angelique at 14.1.11

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