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Medicine Shelf.

   In our bathroom cabinet,
   Lined up on a shelf,
   Are medicines in bottles
   That I never touch myself--

   Drops for stuffy noses,
   Syrup for a cough,
   Remedies for headaches
   Or to chase a fever off.

   Whenever I've a cold
   Or flu or tummy ache,
   My mommy looks along the shelf
   To see what I should take.

   My mommy reads the labels
   To see if she can tell
   How much of what upon her shelf
   I need to make me well.

   My mommy then removes the cap
   And measures with a spoon
   Or counts out pills for me to take
   At morning, night, or noon.

   My mommy needs no help at all--
   She does fine by herself.
   So I will let her stay in charge
   Of medicines on the shelf.
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Author:Noland, Deborah
Publication:Humpty Dumpty's Magazine
Article Type:Poem
Date:Jul 1, 2001
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