One Tiny Pill

by Mrs. BOB   May 8, 2005


The thought of her beloved sister being dead consumed and devoured her mind.
She had taken something of a toxic kind.
It seemed like a nightmare when her sister went Novocaine.
As everyone realized the poison had reached her brain
yeah they tried to pump it out stat
But now it was too late for that
the hurt is here though she hopes it will fade.
look at all the despair a tiny pill made.

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