The poem

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SIX PILLS.

(Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle)

One to numb the hurt

Two to ease the pain

Three to clear your mind

Forget all the hate

Take as I advise,

Not more than prescribed.

Seven weeks ahead you'll be fine again.

...

One to numb the hurt

Two to ease the pain

Three to clear your mind

Forget all the hate

Five couldn't be worse, just to calm my nerves

Several weeks ahead I'll be fine again.

But mine goes like this...

One to stop the chills

Two to ease the pain

Three to wash the guilt

Forget all my shame

Five couldn't be worse

Six could never hurt

Several days ahead, I'll be fine again.

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