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Kids
Kids are hope kids never mope
Gleefully they scramble up the slide
Happily they slide down the slope
When a balloon bursts they cry as if
As if they lost a dear brother so close
A kiss on the cheeks they forget their woes
They're the Future they're the breed
Who'll sow seed of true happiness
they must succeed
(Thanks Hemaidy.. you have put words in my kb)
Wonderfully evocative of
Wonderfully evocative of childhood.
Thank ye so much Mr Peter Sir
Thank ye so much Mr Peter Sir
©bishu