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Just In Love


Childhood


Most people wonder
Whats so important about being young?
I will tell you
Childhood is a time to conquer fears
and live
Childhood is a time for peace
to explore the world in many ways
these years are the protected years
the most beautiful in life
Childhood is the ability to imagine
hope and wonder
for we never know what lies ahead
Childhood are the best in life
Childhood is learning about all the wonders
that lie ahead
It's the crack of light between two eternities of darkness
for when you live
you explore
The high-pitched squeals of laughter from
children are inevitable
One flash of light and now these children
are doctors and lawyers
and being the best they can be.

Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

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