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Children
Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.
Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down at you.
An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.
A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.
Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, c...
Sunday 25th January 2015 4:43 pm
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