MY HEART PUMPS BLOOD INTO ALL MY APPENDAGES FOR THE PURPOSE OF DOING YOUR BIDDING

My heart pumps blood into all my appendages for the purpose of doing your bidding. If you need me to lift a truck from off of a burning child or to make you crepe suzette or to slap you hard in the face or to take out your garbage and separate the bottle and cans or to walk to a faraway land so I can recount to you the experience of doing so or to caress your flank tenderly or to write you poetry espousing my feelings for your wondrous humanity, this my appendages will do gladly with the blood my heart pumps into them.