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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 30, 2012 11:58:58 GMT -5
I always put it around my nostrils, I answer when she asks me where I put my Vicks.
Then in my half-sleep I notice how strange the word sounds, "nostrils." Words not often said wander in the woods without trails.
Something like nose, I know that word even though it's not every day. Nostrils, the appendage feature, like the nomenclature of insect parts.
In my half-sleep about to slip into dream my facetious mind knows the link here on earth to parts of strange beasts.
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