Love
Children
Not
Glory
Not
Wealth
Not
Following the banner
Of these and their
Kin
No! I made that.
And see
How I suffer
Now.
See
I
Choke
And
My
Verse
Be
Dim.
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Absolutely LOVE CHILDREN they are the real glory of our lives - raising a child from that helpless adorable baby bundle through the angst of adolescence (when they really need us but they'll never admit it) to adulthood when you realize they've become your very best friends - and now they have baby bundles to be loved - There is something SACRED happening all through it