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HOW sick man ...
With a face haggard and gray on white crumpled sheets, As a victim of a frenzied cholera Lies knees to the wall. lingering groan, as in childbirth, shaking a thermometer in his hands. All the sorrow of the Jewish people. Stuck in the constriction of the pupil. By strong-willed chin streams of foam saliva. He whispers plaintively and timidly: 'How are you with children now one ?? ..' The apartment has ceased talking, Night Light lights barely. Dark ... omitted all the curtains ... My husband thirty-seven and two ... :)
