People call them my 'kids'.
Four years back,
I wouldn't give a hoot about juniors.
I'd never fathomed befriending any.
These pictures only remind me
that miracles exist -
when much have been given to you,
it's a breeze to give others.
Four years back,
I wouldn't give a hoot about juniors.
I'd never fathomed befriending any.
These pictures only remind me
that miracles exist -
when much have been given to you,
it's a breeze to give others.
JH: It's going to be our last day here,
let's kiss the floor.'
let's kiss the floor.'
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