New mornings and days of yesterdays closing their squeaking and beleaguered doors. The resonance of tears in my soul aerates the land within me that has beautiful peat soil that is rich even in land thrashed by uranium. It breaks down to tin (Sn) in the heat. elements are real and retardation of mind and spirit simultaneously in as well. I will not tell the barbarians at the gate to find a hitherland, a hinterland, you all must. War rages in my heat and soil, but your minds are now fodder for the minions of technology, not PIXAR. You are more than the deity of bizarre, you are evil to the core, and now that it is completely solid, the refuse that is you and your hate in every state will grow a bean that is pink with white changing the name of Uranus to Charles. he will be in charge today. Love, Dr. Jennifer Karen Mayer 112
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