We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Sitting upon the golden tree were the preening tree hags. They were rolling their fingers and darting there eyes mysteriously.
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No clowns dancing around at home Nice to go back to the cow palace Once saw a mighty circus Just perfect when I was a kid Nay cave ...
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Unstoppable in power Cascading both fierce and tender To carress Trees shoot their roots out The ants rush about As things secre...
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