Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome
You told me to breathe, wiped the sweat from my brow, heard her first cry, and sewed up my bleeding womanhood. You were an adoptive mother too, you said, as I cried.
I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. - Dr. Suess
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