How is your apparatus?

Yep, now I'm sick. Way to go Chad! Or I guess it could be the countless small children I come into contact with on a daily basis... anyways, this poem spoke to me today because assuming that a body is an apparatus for one's self, mine is really in question and I'm not thinking about it too fast....









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