Underneath My Band-Aids
By Gary Wittmann
September 18, 2003©
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Mother put a yellow band aide upon my bleeding knee.
I screamed and cried and shouted when she started to clean me.
Mother sent me on my way, but my knee kept on throbbing.
I played outside near the pond, fell into the mud---sobbing.
The mud ooze and I felt I needed a blood transfusion.
The germs begin to fight a war with nuclear fusion
