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Children
This is a poem that was written back when I was in 8th grade with my mom. |
Children Children are like wind up toys; it doesn't matter if they are girls or boys. They go and go and go all day; and if you ask them if they're tired they'll say, "no way!" But just like wind up toys must stop; so must children or else they'll drop. So at the end of the day when they begin to calm down, children are like toys unwound. |