Glorified crusts from different wombs;
On their account are many wounds;
Loads which hurt and make red the flesh,
And sometimes leave an ugly etch.
A boast never heard by the blind;
Messages for the informed mind;
Troubles whose pains are gladly borne
Which ne'er cloth or warm anyone.
馃嚦馃嚞
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