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Mein Kind, Wir Waren Kinder

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My child, we were just children,
Two happy kids, that’s all:
We crept into the henhouse,
And hid there in the straw.
We crowed like the cockerel,
And all the passers-by –
Thought our: ‘Cock-a-doodle-doo!’
Was the real cockerel’s cry.
We papered over the boxes
We found around the yard,
And we lived there together
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Terry Craddock 31 December 2016
Childhood Play Adult Imitation Teaches What? children playing grown ups until the play becomes reality sad they learned no wisdom from childhood through to old age to enrich later years Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Mein Kind, Wir Waren Kinder' by Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. Written in December 2016 on the 13.12.2016.
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Terry Craddock 20 December 2016
children playing grown ups, until the play becomes reality, sad they learned no wisdom from childhood through to old age to enrich their later years
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