The heart is heavy
The head forces a levy.
The eyes look teary
The issue is dicey.
That makes one crazy
Maddened one turns
Annoyed one becomes
Desperate is the trend.
Apprehension arises in front
The heart collapses with a grunt.
The simplest of all
Ushers a fall
It is a small call
Holds no ball
Grows up very tall.
Its magnitude is high.
Blows with a velocity in a try.
Reaches up the sky
No more to buy.
Falls short being shy.
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