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Feb 2014
A little child,
Wanders around in the light of day,
And that little child,
Played and played.

When he grew up,
He thoughtfully recalled,
Those sweet summer days,
Where he felt he could fly up,
And glide between the clouds,
Never to worry of a single thing.
Written by
Stephanie  U.S.
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