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When I hear a small child, Crying and going wild, My mind starts to go crazy, And the work becomes lazy. It is hard to concentrate, Yet harder for me to hate, For I have been in their heels -- I know how the child feels.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
A Small Child
When I hear a small child, Crying and going wild, My mind starts to go crazy, And the work becomes lazy. It is hard to concentrate, Yet harder for me to hate, For I have been in their heels -- I know how the child feels.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
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