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STOMACHACHE
Take my hand for I am cold,
A fear I have inside,
The infliction of this pain,
I do not want to die.
I’m fearful love behold,
Sweat upon my brow,
Hold me close my dear,
Release me please some how.
I’m shaking here my darling,
God sweetheart I’m in pain,
I beg you call the doctor,
Hurry here it goes again.
I’m curled up on the floor now,
Doubled to my knees,
God if you’re out there hear me,
Relieve me lord I plea.
Lovely get the tablets,
There just inside the door,
Forget about the doctor,
The problem is no more.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2004
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STOMACHACHE
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