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Little Things
To where the small stream begins,
we go with vigor.
To chase down the little things,
we sought out so long ago.
To where the dream was vivid,
and as big as the sky.
We are lost again,
without the burden of worrisome thoughts.
Innocent as life would allow,
we could smile again.
Knowing not of the day tomorrow would bring,
our world was small,
unembellished and sincere, overflowing with laughter.
And hope was found on a back yard swing,
and hearts were not hardened by reality's schemes.
