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Jan 2019
They are your babies.
Keep them safe; nurture them.
Take them out; let them play.
Allow them to be foolish and young.
You’re only a child once.
Others may taunt you.
That’s because they aborted theirs.
They let theirs get cold.
They didn’t nurture them.
They didn’t take them out to play.
They didn’t allow them to be foolish,
in their child-like way.
Still, they come out when they sleep
to play by themselves in the dark
when no one else is around.
They hoard them as candy in their head.
But never take the wrappers off.
If only they could taste
what they’re missing!
sandra wyllie
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