Care bears have to care

 This is happening

 I am loved

 Thanks to them

 Care bears.
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We can forget Santa now

We can look at babies instead

Notice their big alien heads

Their diamond laser eyes

Also notice their drool

How does a baby make such a mess

Never spoke with one directly

I'm not even sure if they are trust worthy

But a cute baby is even cuter with puppies and kitties

Over the top cuteness

That is perhaps what America demanding now

More jobs and very cute babies!
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One month has passed since I began this blog and take a look at these numbers!



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No it is not into but far from where

 Has something like a bean

 And Jack is not the wild sort

 His cloud is not high

 Yet his head is not lying around

 While his heart is going from branch to branch

 Then things began

 That never were

 Which he began to understand

 And the moon smiles

 And tips her hat

 All the folly of fools

 That can end

 As the sun laughs.
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The best days are yet ahead

Or if you wish

The worst days or ahead

One message

The first is really the only answer

It is almost an absolute

I believe it is okay to be wrong about this

Because it is a must

Not to be a fatalist

So say this now

 Today is the best day!

 I WILL GIVE TODAY MY BEST

 I WILL GIVE IN TO HEALTH AND HEALING

 I WILL BRING HOPE AND INSPIRATION TO OTHERS

 I WILL CARE ABOUT OTHERS

 I WILL SHOW THAT I CARE ABOUT ALL THIS

 MY LIFE MATTERS TO ME

 I CHERISH IT ALMOST ALWAYS

 I HAVE A LOVE TO GIVE MYSELF AND OTHERS

 I AM A UNIQUE AND IMPORTANT INDIVIDUAL

 I AM CONNECTED TO EVERYTHING AND ALL THAT IS

 TOGETHER THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH WILL MOVE THINGS FORWARD

 DEEP DOWN EVERYONE IS THE SAME

 DEEP DOWN EVERYONE IS GOOD

 I AM LOVE MY PLACE AS A LIVING BEING

 I LOVE FEELING ALIVE

 EVERYTHING IS MOVING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

 MY SOUL FEELS FREE

 AND LOVE IS IN THE AIR NO MATTER WHAT

 I CAN BRING AMAZING THINGS TO THIS COSMIC SOUP

 GOOD FEELINGS ARE AVAILABLE TO ME RIGHT NOW 

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