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Poem in response to Good Health and Well-being
March 2018
By Grace Muresan
Graphics Credit: Christina Zhao

“It doesn’t hurt,” the mother said

He thought about the blood

His mother dragged him out of bed

And he laid like a couch spud


“C’mon, Thomas, it’s not that bad.”

He thought about the needle

His father encouraged, “Go, young lad.”

But he hid like a beetle


Mom found the boy and called the nurse

Thomas was very scared

The nurse arrived with her white purse

He made a face, teeth bared


The needle’s length was half an inch

And Thomas was despaired

But when it was done he realized

It only was a pinch!

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