There is this little booster,
When we feel we're at half mast,
Its been around forever,
an eternity, a past
There is this anaestetic,
There's one that we all need,
It crosses border's, ocean's,
continents, colour's and creed's.
What is it? they ask,
This miracle, this drug.
This miracle, this drug,
this painkillers called a hug
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Love it hugs can indeed ease the pain of living we all go through. Thanks.