Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn. — Scott Hastie
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn. — Scott Hastie
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn. — Scott Hastie
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn. — Scott Hastie
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn. — Scott Hastie
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Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

— Scott Hastie
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