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A Child Again

Kite like birds adrift on the wind
allowing gentle tugs on the strings
Not a care in the world
When you’re huddled with friends
Such a child like dream
Of a world with no end

As they bop to and fro
against the pale blue sky
Gentle whispers from white clouds
as they drift slowly by
Taking time to play catch and chase
with the big huge plane
Maybe one day I will be like them
A child again.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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