My mother a mammoth jenny, carrying in her saddle bags my tears and broken teeth.
My grandmother a hoverfly wasp looking for the opportunity to sting my teenage tongue, I thought she wanted to attack me because of all the sweets I ate(wasps, they do like sweet things in life ).
My grandfather a cloned ram, run before his shepherd's crook breaks your pineal gland and you will never be enlightened.
My grandfather a cloned ram, run before his shepherd's crook breaks your pineal gland and you will never be enlightened.
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