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Doubt slowly set in about many things including , of course , my dear Santa . Still , Santa came , I could see him in the eyes of the children , in the outstretched hand that received a packaged gift , in the anxious little fingers that ...
Doubt slowly set in about many things including , of course , my dear Santa . Still , Santa came , I could see him in the eyes of the children , in the outstretched hand that received a packaged gift , in the anxious little fingers that ...
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Little by little these things dawned upon me . People liked you and you liked them . Came Santa time , you were all there mixing it up with tokens of love and friendship and loyalty . It was happening because Santa was back and you find ...
Little by little these things dawned upon me . People liked you and you liked them . Came Santa time , you were all there mixing it up with tokens of love and friendship and loyalty . It was happening because Santa was back and you find ...
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First things come first . And the things that do not come first probably do not need to be done . Anything anybody wants to do he can make time for . Make a list of the things you want done . Then proceed to do them .
First things come first . And the things that do not come first probably do not need to be done . Anything anybody wants to do he can make time for . Make a list of the things you want done . Then proceed to do them .
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Take It Easy Learn to Look and Listen | 12 |
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