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Children are the peace in this world. He runs to me, "Mom, I have something for you!" He extracts from behind his back, This withering brown leaf "I have a flower for you!" Children think all things are beautiful. They stop to acknowledge Nature, Whether it be dead or alive. To him Nature is an elegant thing, A gift I wish we all had. ![]()
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