An apple a day keeps the doctor away
This note helped my good health sway
Yet, harm has come to my clay
Full of rot and muck it is, I must say!
This note helped my good health sway
Yet, harm has come to my clay
Full of rot and muck it is, I must say!
It started when full became the ashtray
And empty lay my bottles of Chardonnay!
Vices and diseases filled my life
How hard it is to carry this strife
A Blessed solace seemed the little puff
I never thought it would make me so rough!
Regretful, I remembered the apple
Baneful, I found only death’s shadow in the aisle!
O Beautiful Entity, Imperfect Creation of the Creator
Glorify your Health for thou art thine own Protector!
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