Put away those stick pins
Throw away that voodoo doll
I've already had enough pain
To dropp over and fall
Quit with that black magic
And let me have some relief
If that's too much to ask
Then I'm begging you please
Quit folding its legs
For it causes me to fall
It's those times, I'm so weak
I'm even lucky to crawl
Pull that pin from the shoulder
So my arm will quit hurtin
Relief I do need
On that I am certain
pull that one out of the heart
For it still loves you so
And what ever you do
Quit tryin to break its toe
Pull the ones out of the eyes
So I can see more clear
And oh, for Heavens sake
Pull that one out of its rear
wrote 7/30/2009 by Norman Hale Jr.
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