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Sense of Tumor

the neighborhood is stirred as if by a fiery furor everyone trembles, gasps with horrid horror as, at last, he catches and cuts the culprit tumor long ailing him with tingling, painful tremor fatal to him now to commit the slightest error when all he really needs is just a sense of humor.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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