Kathryn Byrne

Children

The glisting, white cold on a Christmas day.
Children will come to play.
If you do not allowed your child out then you are without a doubt
a very wicked person.
A child comes to play on your lawn and
If you make them go away you don't deserve
a lawn,
A child goes up to you and say 'I am cold, I am cold'
and you turn them away then you are a very wicked person.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 25, 2008

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  • *Trusting You* (2/21/2009 3:15:00 PM)

    children are one of the best things the world gives to us. they are priceless. we should treat them so much better then we do now. good job.
    Becca

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  • Joseph Poewhit (11/25/2008 4:51:00 PM)

    Brought back memos of them days

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