Myxoedema
Her puffy face,
Bears no grace,
Her look; stolid, vacant,
And expression absent.
Malar flush,
Contrasting yellowish tint,
Of velvety skin,
Resembling a peach,
Flabby tongue,
Thickened and broad,
Tardiness of speech,
And sluggish to respond.
Her dry, coarse skin,
Has elasticity lost,
And covers underneath,
Lots of subcut fat,
Swelling of the face,
And swelling of the limbs,
But waterlogged they are not,
Apply pressure, yet pit they not.
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