A row of bottles on my shelf made me analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop goes to my heart so it won't stop.
The little white one that I take goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain to tell me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all, go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright, prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills, helping cure all kinds of ills,
but what I'd really like to know is what tells each one where to go.
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