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Mommy My Ears Hurt!
Your cries were of bitter dissapointment that flying didn’t feel like when playing, that’s my crazy little running lady such mem’ry serves as my sorrows ointment. Your arms straight out to the sides like wings, free to go anywhwere in the wide world; meets a hurt tummy and a bag to hurl while the pressure in your ears starts to sing. A tight rising pain that just will not stop grounds the head with such terminal waiting and the smoking section starts slow fading when suddenly the pain just up and pops after hurting a lot when really bored, hostess welcomes us to Dallas Fort Worth.