Pains are so many,
They may seem uncanny
To talk about them,
Is worth a penny.
The head wails and reels
While it suddenly feels
A shooting and splitting ache,
Through the routine deals.
The eyes prick and burn
In the fiery terrible sun,
As it experiences a bloody irritation,
Enduring a stress laden reddish run.
The nose locks,
In the biting wintry stocks,
As it catches an infection,
Causing a severe terrific nasal block.
The neck sprains,
In a tough ordeal drain,
Going through a stiff position
Proceeding with an unbearable strain.
The heart slows on
As the pulse falls down,
While it fails to pump blood ,
Leading to a total break down.
The intestines mourn
With a deficit born
Succumbing to a pernicious virus
Caving into a hazardous zone.
The hands fumble
In a shameful tumble,
As they stabilize a paralytic move,
Wishing for a therapeutic preamble.
The legs sob and weep,
As they stumble steep,
With a stifling difficult pain,
Tracing into intermittent peep.
The incessant intolerable aches,
Throughout the systematic stakes,
Cause an impromptu intricate strain
That torments and devastates all makes.
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