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Submitted:Nov 20, 2011 Reads: 15 Comments: 6 Likes: 1
Anything that springs to mind...
Don't worry about the time.
The little guy inside will soon find, that the universe can, after all, be kind.
No matter how much we hope and we pray...
A new thought, a new day, cannot be stopped in any way.
We don't always see the sunshine yet it continues to burn bright, with it's own rhythm and rhyme.
Much like our thoughts are going all the time; the little guy picks which ones will be mine.
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