What shall I make of myself?
A bell, said the belly.
A nave, said the navel.
A temple, said the temples.
A bra, said the brain.
Art, said the arteries.
A kid, said the kidney.
A fin, said the fingers.
A ski, said the skin.
A fee, said the feet.
A pen, said the penis.
A test, said the testicles.
A tong, said the tongue.
A cart, said the cartilage.
Are you kidding me?
No, said the nose.
Spin, said the spine.
Live, said the liver.
Hear, said the heart.
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Like said the lips.