My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
Bud there to represent no excuse to not aid, say to you would come: pal not to even visit you or call.
Care for body when joints ache inside, ill alleviation had at times sick and put down: you're in sad hurt.
An avenger with its cure powers, reacts you're in displacement to relieve what's felt: in pill forms.
Warrior attacking placed sickness, sure back up for days with feverish colds: you self diagnosed as sick.
Pill doesn't talk in tasks or view to be spoken; neither it speak a word: a fact to be stated in high schools.
It's a saleable product, no given concerns pending its use by us, cost to have and priced for wanting hands.
A pause from agonies bit regaining awe to you: its firm response you from ripping woe's complaints.
Conqueror end pits suck of energy, reaper to bury bad fatigue; pill to combat body operational twinges.
Pill composed substances are solid, not be magical in formation: white tiny rock in its appearance.
Soldier's shield, a slayer with a plug to stop hurts, guard to beat ailments: pill blows target lames.
Doctor aim to heal as if it thinks, pill actions at low times: your teethes ache from gum throbbing grief.
Nurse sought comfort for you, preacher hopes you found pain safe: the pill help in assistance assured.
Friendship is welcomed, dead in fingers alive in body actively fighting: pill is recommended for pain.
Guide from sorrow ocean that waves pounds, free you from suffering illness: and its feared nightmares.
Fountain to Youth, it does dissolves in body relaxing discomforts: freedom you from mad gripping harms.
Pill fights sickness as it gives sleep undisturbed when worried: it quench agony annoying troubles.
Aid to body functions it's prescribed for ailments, it sealed by health care; pill by authority approved.
Government as pusher to hook citizens, pill created items compounded to be a singular: a pure form.
Formation collect dollars; it's a mini- Frankenstein's monster swallowed: pill quenching your fires held.
A comfort to mind and an addiction, warrior there with you, pill is known -endeared without a brain.
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