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Jan 2015
Children.
Hidden by Innocence but little do we ever miss their ignorance.
Chaotic and Destructive as they may be, Cautious and curious as a Monkey.
Beautiful and full of grace, Sinful and deceptive at a changing pace.
Sneaky and Clever and so small and never to surrender.
Children.
Loving, and hatful, Cruel and grateful.
Perfect and Monstrous and precious and Tenacious.
Children.
They are mankind new beginning. With every generation comes a new meaning.
Derek Leavitt
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Derek Leavitt  26/M/Florida
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