The Organ Donor

No plans to die, but when I’m gone
Some of my parts will carry on

These bits and pieces will all get by
Fed by another’s blood supply

That’s how I’ll linger past my date
With parts of me spread ‘round the states

And only with ironic hexes
Would my heart ever possibly be in Texas

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