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Peroxide

Peroxide

Stay filth!

On isolations wound

Hot lava feel, river-bloods flow

Coagulate, freeze.

Therein scraped knee

Invaders of 

Foreign bodies,

Rest assured 

Poured 

Clear waters to ocean's white foam

Sizzling cleanse

Work,

Against germs

Sounding magically clean.

Doctor daddy applauds courage 

Rewarding character band-aid,

But not before the magic cream.

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Bradford

Hey Devon ,my son gets so many bumps and bruises from playing outside just like I did when I was a kid . Very cool write brings back memories of the present and the past .cheers bro rock 

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Devon La Porte

Thanks Rock, yeah my youngest just opened up a scab of a scab not twenty minutes ago, i think to myself man.....those knees are going to be acarred for life but young skin is different than old. Well hope your kids knees stay unscaved and enjoys the summer. Peace.

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Valerie Lynn

Aww!! This made me smile "Doctor daddy applauds courage". I love reading about how much you love your children. Very sweet!

Val ❤️

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Devon La Porte

Thanks Val, it's funny because the idea started out to just be about the imagery of peroxide on a cut but I thought a little twist being a father cleaning up a child's cut would be a better ending. Glad I got a smile out of you, love and peace.

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