Suspense echos on the mother land. A new born child's life at hand. Fought, they say, but she hardly new the lines. She told them so, but they begged for just some signs. The rugrats and baboons ruled the kingdom; they slept on rocks. Soon as the Clementines got a chew on little peer, they swore a lot she was rot and had better not come near. Stage-froze child left behind by her own kind, except the occasional taunts and questions that would one day compose a mind. Played much like a tune, she learned in seclude and rot,"The worst is never best, but the best is what you've got." Despite the lies and ******-schemes you find to love yourself. And she looked back to wish upon her peers great joy and abundant health.