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Alright, let's get back to work (a poem)

I almost lost an internal organ

like losing a best friend from my birthday party

it was told it had to go for acting all bad and everything

it was told it would be yanked from me like a bloody truth

it was told it was a pain to keep it draped over this house of bones

but wait, it was a false alarm, just an upper G.I. drift floating down the river

so imagine how shocked everyone was when the internal organ

kicked against authority and got its way all way through a lifetime

ready to do what it should to please the crowd inside.

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