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Joseph Zarin - UC Davis
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The Epic of Mesenchymesh
In the realm, Endothelonia
Along the banks of the Red River
A young cell dreamt
To see the Spleen and the Liver
But he was bound with his brethren
Enshackled by chains
The world, his vision
Mesenchymesh, his name
He preached to his kin
"There is more, there is more!"
But the germ cells just laughed
The elders only ignored
Hepatocellular catacombs!
Splenic pulp, red and white!
The ebb and flow of the auricle
Not the left, but the right!
Mesenchymesh's words
Finally rang through
Unto the ears of a friend
Endokidu
They spread the gospel,
Of which they were emphatic:
"To truly reach enlightenment
Was to become Metastatic"
"What's that?" "No way!"
was the buzz around town
"Can we truly be free
And not be bound?!"
"Yes, yes, yes,
YOU can be free!
You can see the world,
If you trust in me"
One by one,
Two by two,
What once was farce
Became the truth
Mesenchymesh led
With Endokidu at his side,
They set out at dawn
Along the sanguine tide
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