Take your pills
Cure the ills
Of your real self
For every ones health

The will of them
Your life defends
The battle's won
When you are fun

As too tired
You've conspired
To let it go
This life you know

Wyeth-Ayerst pharmaceuticals see
To soothe a soul's destiny
To cure an ill
Just take your pill.

2/17/2006 1915 cj

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