A Diabetic
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Weak is my eyesight to watch
Feeble are my legs to walk
Deficient are my arms to hug
Shaky is my tongue to talk,
Bulky are my hips to jump
Slow are the systems to digest
Sugar I avoid being a diabetic
But never put my lips on a test,
Even a little sugar can do that
What I cannot do usually
Feel sugar more than anyone
Your lips are sweet abnormally!
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