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To+both, Something HUGE is going down at the Supreme Court. It's moving lightning fast, and we face looming deadlines. JUST DAYS AGO, we filed a MAJOR brief at the Supreme Court that could devastate the abortion industry and save babies. Planned Parenthood takes $1.9 million of our tax dollars (Kamala Harris wants to send them even more) and aborts over 1,000 innocent babies every day. It's been caught selling the body parts of aborted babies. Now a monumental case pending at the U.S. Supreme Court could determine whether states can defund the abortion industry. We just filed at the Supreme Court to decimate Planned Parenthood. We also just filed our reply brief in our own case at the Supreme Court that could help save countless babies and overturn one of the worst abortion decisions left on the books. As we battle the endless taxpayer-funded resources of Biden, Harris, and Planned Parenthood at the Supreme Court, we need YOU. Our next legal deadlines are looming. This is one of our most important Supreme Court filings EVER, and we urgently need your Tax-Deductible support to save countless babies. TODAY have your Tax-Deductible gift DOUBLED at the Supreme Court to defend life through our Life & Liberty Drive. $20 becomes $40; $40 becomes $80. Have Your Gift Doubled at the Supreme Court. Defeat abortion and save countless lives. Take urgent action with us TODAY and join our Supreme Court fight for life. Sign: Defund Planned Parenthood at Supreme Court. Jay Sekulow ACLJ Chief Counsel

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Sexual selection

 

alleles

 

inbreeding

 

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If married sibling

 

Where babies come from

 Where do babies come from? You don't want to know! You don't need to know! O, dear God, you don't need to know! What need is there in knowing? What good is there in finding things out? Save yourself! Save your innocence! Save your integrity! You don't need to know! Asking about things causes sorrow! With knowledge comes pain, especially the knowledge of the truth! To know the truth! What terror! To know that it is the truth! What horror and pain without ever ending! It's nothing! Babies don't come from anywhere! Save yourself! 

Spermies

 

Sperms

 

Eletelephony

  

Eletelephony

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—

(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;

The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

— Laura Elizabeth Richard

  

From my truthful heart flows my love.... With my pen I speak it all. My pen , the extension of my soul, In you, my unwritten thoughts flow. My pen is my voice The passage of my heart, of my every thought, Of words, just whispering in my heart, Of words, I’m scared to confess, They say, pen is mightier than a sword Yes, through you, I can say everything, Word for word. _Snow_

In My Dreamland (With You)

© Snow

Seeking solace with my pen
Flowing all my unspoken words
All my thoughts, all my dreams
I know my heart will love you until the end.

In my dream, I will see you through
From dawn I will be waiting
Until dusk, I will be there too.

Soaring high on the wings of my dreams
Flying free to an abode of possibilities
Either a fantasy or a reality
It won’t matter to me.

In my dreamland where I wake up
With my first thought and
My last thought was of you.

And when the soft touch of sunrise awakens me
I get my pen and scribe everything
All my dreams, all my love, a life with you
Be my last heartbeat ends with you
I love you

Source: http://www.lovelifepoems.net/love-poem/in-my-dreamland-with-you

  

Pascal

Ma Chère Rose

© Sutekh Adamah

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

See her breast cupped; stretch the stitches of her blouse.
As if swollen with milk, my flame only her water could douse.
Lingers of secluded comfort, like a forest cottage house.
My fingers warm between her soft cleavage, like a hiding mouse.

Her nipples harden from my whispers in the air.
As her body heats up, her sweat gives off a scent so rare.
Undress her body, sounds of her clothes as they tear.
Like electric musical notes, rise from her body like hair.
No other woman has ever had a skin so fair.
Like a roses petals, no other flower could compare.
Taunting Eden's apple, as if to rival a pear.

See her sway her thighs and hips.
Like a rose in the wind, petals swell from the tips.
Softest leather feel, back arched like a crack from the whip.
Tall smooth legs, like a mast of a ship.
And the rain on her sails, taste of honey to lips.

Your arms like shields, rose's petal points lifted.
Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.
Easily make a man's emotions feel shifted.
Dancing in the mind of every dream he has drifted.

Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.
Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Her smooth bottled neck, over her soft shoulders
Holds a face of beauty, eyed in all beholders.
A rose lost in the forest, graceful, triumphant, and wild.
Enchanted mystic youth, pretty, majestic, like a fairy's child.

Beautiful arms even Hercules could not grace.
Like two pythons, leave a man breathless in embrace.
And the pressure they do impart,
Have the power to forever imprison your lover in your heart.

I could never forget her sweet smelling perfumed hair.
Blowing in the air as if God's winds, were trying to stare.
Her eyes which contact made you frozen,
Put you in a spell that made you swear that you were chosen.
Trapped in fleeting notions,
Her lips tasting of Love's potions.

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy

Source: http://www.lovelifepoems.net/love-poem/ma-chere-rose-french-for-my-dear-rose

AMPHIBIAN POEM

 

My sister found two salamanders,
Said she wanted more,
Said she’d like to start a farm,
Or salamander store…
She trusted the terrarium,
To keep them wet and damp,
“We’ll have some baby salamanders!”
Before we leave for camp!

Sister waited day and night,
For babies to appear,
But never saw new crawly things,
She searched from front to rear…
Suddenly she noticed!
And what she saw was great!
She witnessed swimming, tiny things,
She counted, there were eight!
“I got no salamanders,
It looks like I got fish,

They’re super wiggly, swimming quickly,
In the water’s dish…”
Surprisingly they crawled out,
Very, very strange!
Emerged right from the water,
They’d undergone a change!
“They looked like little fishies!
But now they creep on land,
They’re breathing air!
They’re growing legs!
They’re walking in the sand!
My mother said,
“Just stop,
I’ll speak to you with candor,
What you thought were baby fish,
Were larval salamander!
They weren’t little fishies,
It’s metamorphosis!
Baby salamanders,

Aren’t baby fish!” 

Upon Julia’s Breasts BY ROBERT HERRICK

 Upon Julia’s Breasts

BY ROBERT HERRICK

Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me

Behold that circummortal purity;

Between whose glories, there my lips I’ll lay,

Ravished in that fair Via Lactea

Octopus

 

Sexpilli

 

I am a girl, not a boy!

 I do not want to 🙏 vomit every time I think about pink! I do not want to lodge an hand grenade when I think about dresses! I do not want to🙏 grab a gun every time I think about dolls! I must be a girl! Think about it! The shiny is the one that I have the right to🙏 grab the mark on a saucer of water. Edit! Thanks again for the info I was doomed to see! You mean the one ring of water? Yes, you can get net worth in🙏 to🙏 God🙏 in🙏 or treat in female situations.

Chacán-Pi

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Deutsch: Chacán, auch Pi-Chacán bzw. Chacán-Pi, ist eine von dem peruanischen Künstler Fernando de la Jara geschaffene Skulptur.

English: Pi-Chacán (also known as Chacán-Pi) is a sculpture by the Peruvian artist Fernando de la Jara

  

Circumcision is healthy