Tales of which many would shudder
If described in length
Would send a shiver
To the toughest of men
Counting down the time
As they waited in line
“Don’t worry love,
it’ll be fine”
An odour of fear
The aura of terror
For the time is near
To remove what’s dear :P
For all the hype
The battle of psyche
Lost simply
A cut neatly
Of clammy palms
Stuttering arms
Feeling all feeble
As he held the needle
Soon fear turned and left
He slowly gained his breath
Contrary to his conscience
He finally gained confidence
When it was all over
The world stopped spinning
A look across his shoulder
Seeing the kid all grinning
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