A Strange Machine
The body is a strange machine
With lots of moving parts
And once we’re born, like products purchased,
All the action starts.
The heart pumps blood, the lungs expand
And brain cells do abound.
The muscles grow, the eyes and ears
Take note of what’s around.
As years go by, from overuse
Or injuries we’ve faced,
The cogs and gears inside break down
And sometimes they’re replaced.
We plug along, though, even when
We’re aching and we’re tired,
For as we age, we also know
Our warranty’s expired.
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