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morning sickness
caustic

i roll over in bed
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      and my stomach
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            keeps going
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14 Feb 07

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hahaha lol. This is so true! You describe it so well.
 — FolleRouge

thank you :)
 — caustic

HAHAHAHAHA!  Wait to you have the baby, you roll over and your stomach lies next to you!  
 — Isabelle5

what a cool, haiku-like simplicity.
 — SenorSin

Brilliant! Though I'll never understand it like a woman can.
 — sisotowbel

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