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such an intense compulsive |
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need is there to say what |
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you feel at a given |
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moment.. a rebuke never |
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ending at 'you are wrong'.. |
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blame never ending at a |
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single accusation.. love |
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gasping for air within |
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heavy folds of rhetorical |
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affectations. influencing |
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lives in crucial ways, |
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including our own.. just for |
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that compulsive need to |
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'vent' or 'express' |
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ourselves.. in realization of |
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a 'self needing |
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recognition.. affirmation.. |
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through words.. not deeds.. |
First Christmas
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First Christmas, come here and meet
little me, I am eight months big.
Santa has his hands full with me —
I gurgle in wonder, he laughs with glee.
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