Oblong shaped and
Closed up tight
A faery dust that’s
Out of sight,
Free from all the pain,
The pressures of everything,
While the world goes on holiday
Every human being,
They come in whites
And sometimes blues,
‘Keep out of reach of children’ it says,
‘Only one use’,
Give me life and let me be,
Sing me a lullaby please,
Wash it down with water now,
I’m
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