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If you have heard the sound, you know how peaceful it is. |
| When I have a belly full of good food, eaten with loving friends, I can hear babies snoring. When the ball game is over, and we stand there sweating, giving high fives, win or lose, I hear babies snoring. Babies snore, day or night, when you least expect it. It is the sound of peace. As people are giving me a hard time, Babies are snoring somewhere. I listen for the quiet sound. When I find myself horribly mistaken, There have got to be babies snoring somewhere. I listen for the raspy rhythm. Today's world is noisier than ever; But, cats still purr and babies still snore. I was a baby snoring once. Like an inner layer of an onion, I still am. Don't wake the baby. |
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