Little white suns in a pocket deep,
A promise of sweetness I long to keep.
When shadows fall and strength feels low,
A burst of sunshine starts to glow.
A tiny tablet, melting slow,
Chasing the worries, letting joy grow.
Like flowers blooming after the rain,
Lifting my spirit, easing the pain.
Sweet energy, a gentle guide,
Helping me onward, side by side.
A simple comfort, pure and bright,
Dextrose tablets, filling me with light.
T.M.Solvang
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