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Carcinoma
Carcinoma Tosis, Carcinoma Bronchus they sound like Brazilian footballers.
Brothers…twins even, working well together anticipating each others move.
One attacking while the other hangs back watching for an empty space
to move into, quietly and un-noticed. Once they are in they do a lot of damage
destroying well thought out plans, defending themselves from most attackers.
They drain the strength from everyone, slowly sapping the goodness,
enough to make you lose your hair. Costing millions, like all good footballers.
The best team leaders gather, trying to find a way to defeat them, a surprise attack
from behind, the left and right, and sometimes a full frontal head on, showering
them with millions of balls all at the same time… Still they defend well!
Carcinoma Tosis, Carcinoma Bronchus, I hate them. They killed my father…
© 6/9/2012
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