The boy is sweating Body letting Itself fretting Round the thought
The chest has pain, he Knows it mainly Comes ungainly From the ribs
My work discovered From ill recovered And now uncovered This pain I sought
Yet knowing this, he Still resists the Urge to list me In his fibs
Omittance kind Now life enshrined Beneath the beating bell
A piece of mind Is rare to find Inside this little hell
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