The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright. No one believed. They listened at his heart. Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
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On May, 15, 2006 8:11 PM , Ola
from Jordan
said:
from Jordan
said:Here you go 7ala, this is easier than editing it :D
http://www.bartleby.com/119/22.html
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Its soooooo touchy but i couldnt find the whole poem.