Peripheral Artery Disease

PAD is absolutely no fun, 
                                                it won,t even let you run;
                                                my legs went bad in 92,
                                                they hurt and make me blue;
                                                can't even walk 100 feet,
                                                that's why my work i had to delete;
                                                the pain starts in just the calf,
                                                then travels to the other half;
                                                if I don't stop it goes into the back,
                                                after that I can't keep track;
                                                then I lay upon the ground,
                                                and I roll around and around;
                                                after an hour or maybe two,
                                                the pain is gone the pain is through;
                                                if I stay relaxed I sure look lazy,
                                                but if I walk, I know I'm crazy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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