Children project the truth
Adults dribble interlocutors
When adults in their interactions sprinkle a dearth
Of genuine feelings, thoughts and other factual factors.
Children genuinely smile
Adults don't always reflect what they feel
No matter how much adults pretend in a mile
Adults seldom seal a heartfelt deal.
Children are purity
Personified in their words, smiles, gestures and actions
Unlike adults whose actions despite ambiguous amity in their sorority
Reflect expedient affection in their mundane missions.
Children win Jesus' vote
Because children mean every word they say
When they blurt gibberish in their cot
In the morning, at night and at midday.
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