There are only precious minutes <br />when you are trying to save a life. <br /> <br />I think that it's time to <br />call it <br />because this choreographed <br />circus <br />is obviously accomplishing <br />nothing. <br /> <br />It was doomed <br />even before <br />the lifesquad came screeching in with lights and sirens. <br />Really, it was before the ambulance was <br />even called, <br /> <br />because you can't save the <br />acardic.<br /><br />she is made of cigarettes and magic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afflicted-2/
