Haggis

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Heart:
            In January I can barely stand my feet are sore all the time my chest burns because who could shake this cold - I declare myself tired of love - my body rejects

Lungs:
            In February my breathing slows to a painful fibrous depression - I am cicada crawling up a tree to the upper limbs singing my song loud

Liver:
            In March I walk furious the paths of the Brooklyn Botanic Garden - always coughing at he coming pollen storm