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Three little children. One with a home. One sitting on a thrown. The last child only skin and bones.
Our world is a work of art created by the hands of god. The fiery golden sun shines straight through the fog. The crimson skies splattered with blues and grays. The mountains in the spotlight on bright days. He paints every detail down to granules of sand. He sketches the lines that appear on your hands, even the sweat dripping from your glands.
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Three little children.
One with a home.
One sitting on a thrown.
The last child only skin and bones.
One child lives happily with his family.
One child sits alone; his family won’t spare the time
The last child watches his mother die.
One child has a few new toys.
One child has the best toys anyone can imagine.
The last child plays with sticks and stones.
One child attends public school.
One child stays home and studies alone.
The last child has to cook and has never opened a book.
The children become men.
One man is off to ...