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Owe, oo, ouch, oh the pain;
	I cut my finger on a knife.
The tears are falling, and I feel so sad
	to be in this terrible strife.
Then into the room my little girl
	bounces with such glee.
“Oh,” she says and her face turns all 
	sad upon looking at me.
Mama, Mama, I want to help,
	“What can I do?”
While giving a towel to dry my tears,
	saying I’ll kiss your boo-boo-too.
My tears are dried, my finger is wrapped
	and my fears are gone in a waive
For the best healing came from the
	love and kisses my little girl gave.

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney