- There was a young lady from Niger,
- Who smiled as she rode on a tiger;
- They came back from the ride
- With the lady inside,
- And the smile on the face of the tiger.
- William Cosmo Monkhouse (1840-1901)
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Every means of communication what is call languages are mysteries
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.
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