We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
She is getting cold in the Artic, so cold in fact she is hot, she shines near the ice and I have no part to play, but penguins do with a gaggle, they slide down the crystal hill, passion dances with snow flurries, and this nearly ends the story, as the heating heart of beating poetry melts the glaciers into fine tuned ooze.
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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...