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And when I sat down to eat, my teeth started chattering, and so I couldn't put the spoon in my mouth.
I rushed to the nurse's office, and because I couldn't talk, I just pointed at my mouth.
Let the words of my mouth, the meditation of our hearts, be acceptable in thy sight, oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.
Males don't bite; they don't even have the mouth parts to bite.
During the Iranian Green Movement, the protesters used the internet and good old-fashioned word of mouth to coordinate their marches.
Once the bacteria enter the nose, mouth, and throat, they cross the surrounding membranes and enter the bloodstream.
I carefully placed my hand into the clam's mouth and waited.
In the killer whale’s environment, every new calf is another mouth to feed on limited, shared resources.
So when I tried to kill this goat and I couldn't, Emmanuel bent down, he puts his hand over the mouth of the goat, covers its eyes, so I don't have to look into them, while I kill the goat.
And, more than that, whatever is on your brain should come out of your mouth.
Taking his brother’s awl, he pierced it through Loki’s lips and sewed his mouth shut, so the trickster god could no longer spread his malicious deceit.
Now, what I want you to do is look directly at me, OK, just take a deep breath in through your nose, letting it out through your mouth, and relax.
Her words to me one day were, "Why is my head so full of things to say, but before they reach my mouth, I forget what they are?" "Why is my head so full of things to say, but before they reach my mouth, I forget what they are?" (Applause) Now, as full-time care partner and full-time painter, I had my frustrations too.
And Peggy would say, "Hey, Leland, try some of this," and she'd float it over to my mouth, and I'd catch it and we'd go back and forth.
And to help me do that, I'd like to introduce to the stage a very specialist guest from the Queensland Voice Center, a man that's been in my mouth more times than I'd care to admit, a legend of the larynx, ENT doctor and laryngeal surgeon, Matthew Broadhurst.
If you'll just have the lights off and just see if you can see the light in the mouth somewhere.
Or that time you burned the roof of your mouth on a hot slice of pizza?
They have no mouth.
You want to keep your mouth open, so your eardrums don't burst from the pressures.
Once you're out and evacuating, you want to keep as much of your skin, your mouth and nose covered, as long as that covering doesn't impede you moving and getting out of there.
I want you to inspect its mouth, look at its teeth.
I mean, I've got a mouth as dry as the Kalahari Desert.
And then I had to figure out how I'm going to use that one motor to make the eyes move, and the ears move, and the body to move, and the mouth to move.
So, a little tether coming off, it's just a control for the Fur's mouth and his eyes.
Suddenly, he covered my mouth with one hand and with the other hand he unbuckled his belt.
And I opened my mouth to tell him, right?
But as I opened my mouth to tell him, all I could say was, "Dad!
She didn't have a mechanical suction because you could count on electricity, so she used a mouth suction, and within 20 seconds, she was clearing out that little girl's airways.
First Kiss Her mouth fell into my mouth like a summer snow, like a 5th season, like a fresh Eden, like Eden when Eve made God whimper with the liquid tilt of her hips— her kiss hurt like that— I mean, it was as if she’d mixed the sweat of an angel with the taste of a tangerine, I swear.
My mouth had been a helmet forever greased with secrets, my mouth a dead-end street a little bit lit by teeth—my heart, a clam slammed shut at the bottom of a dark, but her mouth pulled up like a baby-blue Cadillac packed with canaries driven by a toucan—I swear those lips said bright wings when we kissed, wild and precise—as if she were teaching a seahorse to speak— her mouth so careful, chumming the first vowel from my throat until my brain was a piano banged loud, hammered like that— it was like, I swear her tongue was Saturn’s 7th moon— hot like that, hot and cold and circling, circling, turning me into a glad planet— sun on one side, night pouring her slow hand over the other: one fire flying the kite of another.
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