Medicine
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Prgayan Bhusal, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2020
Medicine
The yucky taste
The devastating smell
The thing that treats everyone is true
‘Make a magic spell’
Is what they all say
But nothing takes it away
Your face goes bitter
And your face goes green
They say it will help you
‘But you have to be eighteen
we exclaim
The whining is what you hear
When you take one gulp of fear
You notice that it isn't that severe