Michael J Fox has Parkinson's disease, so I hope that answers your question.
nobody knows, because when the lights turn on, they scatter
The dispensers, because of their appearance, ar listed in the UXO chart as Class A4: Bombs. Dispensers can also contain explosive or spring-prerssure hazards. CBUs sometimes fail to open an impact as a whole unit. In this case, the payload will scatter within close proximity to the impact site.
Macbeth (Mac Bethad mac Findlaích in Gaelic) was the King of Scots from 1040-1057. He is buried in the graveyard of the Iona Abbey on the Scottish isle of Iona along side many early Scottish monarchs.
HeyHey billy, my baby Hey kid, look at me It's clear you've got your mother's eyes But who do they see? The nurse just called me father Well hell, i guess that's what i am But what makes her thing i'm a family man Those fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers How can you know what it's worth. For all my aspiration Are you to be the indication That i walked the face of this earth Man 3 My children, i miss you How much you can't know I laughed with you, i cried with you Helped each of you grow I kissed you ev'ry bedtime Your laughter woke me every dawn Then one day i woke and you'd grown and gone Man 1 & 3 And fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers Strange how kids measure your worth There here and then they scatter And in some way they make it matter That i walked the face of this earth Man 2 Hey fathers, i love you I pray you'll pull through You cared for me, it's my turn now To take care of you I've tried to show my children The kid of strength you showed to me I feel such a longing to be a son Instead now i'm one of those All Fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers What man can say what it's worth This commonest of pleasures Why should it be a thing that measures That i walked the face of the earth billy, my baby Hey kid, look at me It's clear you've got your mother's eyes But who do they see? The nurse just called me father Well hell, i guess that's what i am But what makes her thing i'm a family man Those fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers How can you know what it's worth. For all my aspiration Are you to be the indication That i walked the face of this earth Man 3 My children, i miss you How much you can't know I laughed with you, i cried with you Helped each of you grow I kissed you ev'ry bedtime Your laughter woke me every dawn Then one day i woke and you'd grown and gone Man 1 & 3 And fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers Strange how kids measure your worth There here and then they scatter And in some way they make it matter That i walked the face of this earth Man 2 Hey fathers, i love you I pray you'll pull through You cared for me, it's my turn now To take care of you I've tried to show my children The kid of strength you showed to me I feel such a longing to be a son Instead now i'm one of those All Fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers What man can say what it's worth This commonest of pleasures Why should it be a thing that measures That i walked the face of the earth Send corrections ey billy, my baby Hey kid, look at me It's clear you've got your mother's eyes But who do they see? The nurse just called me father Well hell, i guess that's what i am But what makes her thing i'm a family man Those fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers How can you know what it's worth. For all my aspiration Are you to be the indication That i walked the face of this earth Man 3 My children, i miss you How much you can't know I laughed with you, i cried with you Helped each of you grow I kissed you ev'ry bedtime Your laughter woke me every dawn Then one day i woke and you'd grown and gone Man 1 & 3 And fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers Strange how kids measure your worth There here and then they scatter And in some way they make it matter That i walked the face of this earth Man 2 Hey fathers, i love you I pray you'll pull through You cared for me, it's my turn now To take care of you I've tried to show my children The kid of strength you showed to me I feel such a longing to be a son I Hey Billy, my baby, Hey kid, look at me. It's clear you've got your mother's eyes, But who do they see? The nurse just called me father. Well, hell, I guess that's what I am. But what makes her think I'm a family man? Those fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers, How can you know what it's worth? For all my aspiration, are you to be the indication That I walked the face of this earth? My children, I miss you, how much you can't know. I laughed with you, I cried with you, Helped each of you grow. I kissed you at bedtime; your laughter woke me every dawn Then one day I woke and you'd grown and gone And fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers, Strange how kids measure your worth. They're here and then they scatter, And in some way they make it matter That I walked the face of this earth. Hey fathers, I love you; I pray you'll pull through. You cared for me; it's my turn now to take care of you. I've tried to show my children the kind of strength you showed to me I feel such a longing to be a son; now instead I'm one of those Fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers What man can say what it's worth, those commonest of pleasures? Why should it be a thing that measures that I walked the face of the earth? nstead now i'm one of those All Fathers of fathers, fathers of mothers What man can say what it's worth This commonest of pleasures Why should it be a thing that measures That i walked the face of the earth
On Foxhayes edge go scatter my ashes above the ground in sunlit splashes, Where all about my powdered bones the trefoil weaves between the stones. Where what I was feeds foxglove roots and robust April parsley shoots Five miles or more from a churchyard drab where underneath a lettered slab, the body that has served me well would bloat in clay, pathetic shell. At Foxhayes edge atop the grass I'll sense successive seasons pass I'll see the beeches overhead turn tangerine and rusty red I'll hear the sky-seen of the their leaves wind gossiping to younger trees. Then, with the fall of blue-smoke dusk I'll settle in the rustling husk of brittle, sun-dried bracken stalk to hear the spruce and larches talk And see the lovers come and go; or later, when the New Years snow builds up in drifts below the hedge crisping the blades of dock and sedge I'll wait content, to stir in sleep the hour the earliest violets peep for with them all the wood will rustle under the west wind's old maid's bustle lifting perhaps a speck of me and bearing it due south to sea
Give the pencil to Michael J Fox.
See related link. You can also search for "scatter plots" to see lots of examples.
A scatter plot.A scatter plot.A scatter plot.A scatter plot.
A scatter plot.A scatter plot.A scatter plot.A scatter plot.
a scatter seed is a pack of seeds that scatter all over
A scatter plot.A scatter plot.A scatter plot.A scatter plot.
Disperse is a good synonym for scatter.
Scatter.
Yes, colloids scatter light. Colloids are mechanical mixtures; all mechanical mixtures scatter light. Solutions are the only mixtures that do not scatter light. The scattering of light by mixtures is known as the Tyndall effect, btw.
A multi-dimensional scatter plot.A multi-dimensional scatter plot.A multi-dimensional scatter plot.A multi-dimensional scatter plot.
a scatter diagram is a tool for analysing relationships.
Sascha Scatter was born in 1975.