Monday, March 06, 2006

A poem by a kidney

Drink 8 glasses of water
I tell you daily!
But you act as if it doesn't matter
Like fitting a hole with it's key
This is a signal, a sign or whatever
It's a warning from your kidney

A tortured 'soul' I am
Through lack of H2O
From pm right up till am
I ask for a favour, you say "No, no, no!"
I'll keep you out of harm
If what I ask, you do!

February 16

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