We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Perhaps America is very different now. As if given a chance refuses and then again. Perhaps we bear the weight well and trudge forwards. I imagine our bright stars still shining, but I don't know where except at the last stop, the real oasis. A spirit of lincoln beckoning our better selves.
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Are adults so sure that they are being adults anyway? Please define the adult world as not sex and violence or taboos or cussing or making...
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so be a little sunshine At least every so often To hug And to laugh As you must be special Anyone Seriously This flaw will be ...
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With their shining teeth Find a swamp to dream in Where the fish are Lovely fishes from fishy kingdoms How the wind would blow them...