You know the model of your car
You know just what its powers are
You treat it with great deal of care
You tax it no more than what it can bear.
But for your own self,tis different
Your body mechanism may be bent
Your body carburator gone to grass
Your body engine just a rusty mass.
You hands may tremble
And your legs may ache
You still skip,skid and slide
Without a thought for the parts inside.
How naive we mortals are
To lavish care upon a car
With never a bit of time to see
About our own BODY MACHIENARY.
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