Misfits (Heather**town Of Misfits?)

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old saint nick saved all the misfit toys and gave them to all the girls and boys. he knew that each one could never be a misfit for you or me. now all those toys had their spirits broken for they could not see the beauty that was in their hearts was meant to be. a word, a touch, of old saint nick healed their hearts very quick. now that their spirits were revived the tears rolled from their eyes. they had learned on this day that a pure heart would forever stay. so if you think that you're a misfit child sit and think for awhile. of all the others who are worse than you and don't know where to turn to. you have loved ones to guide you and show they care although at times they may not be there. look into the LORDS heart and you will see 'a misfit child, you could never be' for my love is within thee.

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