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Have you ever seen children at play?
Jumping, shrieking, screaming... all day.
Laughing, jostling, running all around
Kids really do not need a playground

Or parks or toys, nice clothes, or shoes
Nope, some land, just a patch will do
And sticks or stones, pebbles and shells
Makes for some great play, I can tell.

Day in, day out, come rain or shine
Leave kids alone, and they will be fine.
Rich kids, posh kids, poor kids from slums
Children, you see, already know how to have fun.







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Chin said…
So true!
Brilliant post.
3:59 pm, June 17, 2013
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