outpouchings number
five in all.
Might you be kind enough,
after I have seen,
and thoroughly examined this
to put us both at ease,
reveal the name of it?
I know, of course,
and tell you now
that you must surely jest
to say,
the object might, in fact
fit part
of my anatomy!
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