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Babies are early
Spring in the
seasons of life. The seasons very first break from the drab cold days
of winter. So fresh, so tender so
dependent. Spring is the season for new hope, expectations about the
renewal of life.  Babies
are the fruit beared in the summer of life.
They come to us as blank sheets of paper that we write on. The
words that we speak in their presents and say about them are used to
program their minds. The way we treat them determinds who they will
become. So if your child is the spond from hell guess who created that
spond.
Babies are a valuable tax shelter for those suffering from
proverty.
Whole industries are built around suppling their
needs. Wars have been waged over babies. With out them the world as
we know it will grind to a
halt. Governments crave them. Old folk depend
on them. Babies entertain us for hours on end that turn into
years.
They keep us woke at all times of the day. When we
hear them you rush to them. Our hopes and dreams for a better tomorrow
are hung on their
maturing into responsible adults.
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