A teeny tiny pin prick pricked

And so the skin grew thicker

 

And two more pricks there pricked their prick

And so the skin grew quicker

 

And rise in weight and temperature

The skin began to callous

 

Till all the pricks were no more felt

The skin fell numb save malice

 

For skin too thick can turn itself

Quite into what it fears

 

A tiny prick will come and go

But skin can last for years

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