Baby souls, kings of the future, bearers of the Earth's great secrets – waiting to cross the Threshold of Life.
Babies are a lot like flowers. Some are born into the world nourished and cared for amid beautiful surroundings. While others see the light of day from the sordid atmosphere of dump-heaps – stunted, crushed, and fighting for their very existence.
Goodbye is difficult to say.
Love is a bad habit – it's much safer to have the measles – they aint near as painful.
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