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How time changes

Back in the days I saw the kids Playing outside Enjoying their every moment underneath the sun We used to play in the dirt No one cared how we looked We ripped our jeans No boundaries between us We did not know the definition Of colour, religion, race We did not care We were innocent How I wish those times were back The childish ignorance No hate, judgement, discrimination Some of us should take that as an example
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Nov 9, 2015
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Just another poem on tolerance. Children don't care about skin colour or other apearances. Sometimes even the youngest can teach us a lesson.

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#change#innocence#children#tolerance#example#backinthedays
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