We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
What war does, is not so modern now, a new thing, something else then a gun, the bloody weapons, and so on and so on, has lost the imagination, as gold turns to silver and dust to ashes upon the valley, it settles where people once thrived, and spoke with songs, and stars in their eyes. I longed to walk on the trail into the hidden village and find a mystery leading me to a wild woman dressed in feather deep in thought, to catch her attention, then weep for no reason, happens sometimes when we realize more is there then assumed, and she smiles.
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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...