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My back hurts like a toothache,

Can hardly draw a breath.

I'm tired, and sick and cranky,

Feel like warmed over death.

Don't ask me how I'm doing,

So I won't take your head.

When "perky" irritates me,

I'm a perfect Mrs. Dread.

Just know I don't enjoy it--

This awful grouchy mood.

But pain can cause a tantrum,

Depression makes me brood.

Who knew a simple whiplash

Could cause such harm and pain?

If I had known I'd hurt so,

From that car I would refrain.