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Monday, August 29, 2011
BUT FOR THE LOVE OF A CHILD
Precious though it is
We take for granted
The love a child has to give.
We brush aside
Their tiny hurts and bruises
We do not see their quivering lips.
Other things take over
Adult worries multiply
Till all the world seems at war.
A child does see
Much more than you and I
For he can see the games we play.
He understands
When all seems blue
That it really isn't so.
A little pat
A moistened smile,
The sky turns blue again‚ and all is well.
Crissouli (c)
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