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Jun 2014
For the child born today,
Will there be seasons
To play in leaves,
Build in snow,
Smell flowers grow?
Swim in fresh water?
Will wars end,
Friends make amends,
Will we finally stop the slaughter?
Will there be clean air
And rich soil?
Will there be moments
Free from turmoil?
I sit at peace, and wonder
If this child may be the answer.
Well, writing's better than pacing.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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