Poetic medicine hits the spot,
Heals a person from inside out.
Just a little of this
And a little of that,
Makes what ails you
It's really not a secret potion,
A tincture, or a brand new lotion;
It's not an antidote or cure
For all life's ills,
And that's for sure.
Poetic medicine seeps
Way down deep,
Through the stomach
And down to the feet.
It roams around its cavernous home,
looking for emotions
To call its own.
Let down your hair,
Loosen your tie,
Let all those bad feelings
Begin to fly!
A bit of verse will hit the spot,
Just sit down and give it some thought.
Juat tell yourself the truth --
Put it on paper
It will happen sooner or later.
Poetic medicine,make a mixture,
Consider it a permanent fixture.
A little of this,a litle of that,
It always works,
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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