Before it elsewhere no longer exists, yet this one blog entry about the lice. Where there still so many of them! Hair! For days not combed! If all dunked in the bath water. search in this maze for lice, plagues the eyes. Tingly fingers entzausen and share the locks. Time they move to their own head to scratch it, then they will continue their work. It had twinge!
I remind my fingers and caution in mind that they look for the nits. All sorts of sounds in this hair. A lollipop of yesterday, and a chewing gum, has been sleeping on the head again. Passing thoughts like butterflies summer lilac and still so much to tell you what I wanted . Scales like a Krumpel, golden fish fall from the head. The cradle cap from another time. The hair smells.
I know your smell from the other time, I do not put my nose so often in your hair as before. But I blow. A strong wind blows the lice in the face. Keep to protect a pair of limbs to her face, as long as the wind stops. Then they look forward to their discovery.
No, no lice. Yes, already moved. Nissen they have no left there.
I scratch again on the head, thoughtfully.
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