Gallbladder
Gallbladder
I’ve put in a request, an explanation, to
my brain as to why my
gallbladder (my gallbladder is well ventilated) is allowed to
leave and
return from my body whenever it
wants to. I won’t go with it even
when it begs me. My gallbladder has
been promoted to
rank and status.
He’s now my
spleen. My spleen has gone to
Spain.
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