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A child goes out to play

And stops to think about the day

He doesn’t really see

The effects of the rain


A child comes out to play

And looks forward to the day

He doesn’t care about the mud

And he certainly doesn’t care for the bugs!


A child rolls out to play

And jumps about the day

He gets knee scrapes and rope burns

And he plays with disgusting worms!


A child these days is something to admire

They’re burning questions and desires

Are among things that parents would like

But their childhood has already taken flight


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