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Nov 2010
Children
Are small and pretty,
Impressionable, and vulnerable.
I was a child, you
Were not.
And yet as a child I observed.
I knew.
All the terrible lonely things you
Have given to the world.
And I
Was a child.
All I could do was watch.
Written by
J Holloway
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