running around and scraping a knee crying and yelling and wanting to see trying to know what it is to just think picking up something lacquatious to drink dancing on climbers and singing of snails playing with sticks that may conceal some nails tossing 'round stones just as if they were balls rolling down hills and pretending to fall life is a mystery awaiting each day filled to the brim with the myth's of child's play -Talile Ali |
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