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{lesions at cerebellum} luc simonic It's an Amistad upstairs; researchers discover again however many out of thousands Absorb this sordid foghorn chatter like demons echoing off Centre Court on-serve All England Club Overheard from the hill; Lucky to be left stranded; Lucky her mum survived those voracious V2's. Here they call her "Baby Boomer", there this seems rude or quite insensitive. Meanwhile All her friends, one-by-one, drop their final egg - afterwhich they each ironically pine for "just one more" after a lifetime of screaming; "stop the bleeding!". But this is much more serious - Giving ANYONE pause. This is the balance of life lacking the proper feelings below the waist. This requires a complete repurposing of the fingers, the hands, the lips, the look, the hope of imagination. |
