she had a little girl once. through both love and minor motions of dedication are children born. with great respect are the seeds of trees, for continuation and origination are, for most, ones in the same.
in life choices are made until their consequences are made legal to upkeep a certain cool factor, for the taboo is envied in comparison to their more politically correct counterparts. smoking earthy plants in legal fashions does not suffice the taboo urge in each soul, and urges of souls require the utmost respect.
for the legalities which aid in naming of doctors assist also in that of non-doctors, pharmacist and non-pharmacist, medicines and non-medicines alike. the amount of respectability among the former and latters exist within legalities, not withing politics.
doctors are deemed gods based on equal measures as non-doctors as demons. as legalities go, the gods are placed on pedestals for the demons to observe wearing green shades of evil.
as seeds are planted trees awaken dead. the measure at which respect is given are equal in measurement to those that lack such givens.
she had a little girl. and there went her respect for her little girl. through both love and minor motions of dedication are children dead.
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