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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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Published: Jun 25, 2019
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