Poor pill knowledge
There once was a grandma called Jill,
Who decided to go on the pill.
Nine daughters of her own she had had,
To having no more grandchildren she was glad.
There once was a grandma called Jill,
Who decided to go on the pill.
Nine daughters of her own she had had,
To having no more grandchildren she was glad.
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