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Nursery Exploding With Happy Faces

Happy faces were exploding all over the room. The new baby was here, we were over the moon. What kind of nursery is this? Grandpa asked in surprise. Exploding happy faces were happening on the rise. Happy faces from the seventies. Happy faces from today. They kept coming and exploding from every kind of way. Exploding in celebration, sharing with us all kinds of glee. Who had designed this nursery? It was of course little old me.

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