Babies, babies, babies, brown babies, yellow babies, white babies, red babies, black babies, babies, babies. Oh the babies, pretty babies, ugly babies, handsome babies, funny babies, crying babies, healthy babies, sickly babies, starving babies, fat babies, all the babies beautiful as the rising sun.
Have you thought of what we are leaving to our babies, what legacy of life and love do we leave our babies, are our babies going to take our place, what then do we have our babies become. Do we see the world that surrounds our babies, should they believe in the value of life if we do not, our babies do not hear us they see us.
Do you know your baby, do you see your baby as an individual of boundless possibility or a product of limited factors, look at the babies, and look at the world. What do you want to do baby? What do you want to make of this world baby?
Oh, baby you are loved of this world and the entire universe, the stars spell your name and your destiny is yours to write.
Babies, babies, babies, brown babies, yellow babies, white babies, red babies, black babies, babies, babies. Oh the babies, pretty babies, ugly babies, handsome babies, funny babies, crying babies, healthy babies, sickly babies, starving babies, fat babies, all the babies beautiful as the rising sun. What will you be?
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