There's no quandary that holding a baby can't fix
There's no broken spirit that a Steven Gary song can't cure
Walking at sunset
A starry night
Ripples on the gleaming lake surface
Soothes my soul
Tepid mint tea
Marbles in a glass jar
The last French fry found at the bottom
Bring me my favorite things
They say mind over matter
But is it true?
Who minds anyway?
It is I who truly matters
Good
Better
Best
Makes my day
More words to say
Nevertheless, I'm holding the baby
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