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Big Sis told me it was a pill
I swallowed it while I was ill Later she admitted with glee It was a seed planted inside me. My heart raced, I had to know Would this seed inside me grow? I felt my belly begin to rise I imagined myself made into pies. I screamed, I cried, I went frantic I hollered for Momma in a dreadful panic She raced to see what the fuss was about I hollered, “Momma get it out!” Momma sat at the edge of my bed And calmed me down by rubbing my head. What is that has you filled with such fear I pointed at my belly, “A seed in here.” Momma laughed and said you’ll be fine. A seed won’t grow without soil and sunshine. I looked up at her asked, “Is this true?” She smiled and asked, “Would I lie to you?” She was right about Momma’s not lyin’ I wiped my tears and stopped my cryin’ I’d get even with Sis for her litte trick Just wait til’ next time she gets sick.
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