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Child Hood Out of the Mouths of Babes

Child hood Out of the mouths of babes Comes a wisdom, a knowing. Sometimes getting lost in a rage of ever changing, ever growing. That desire less journey into age, where they will seldom be showing that wisdom of innocent childhood lost in aging of the soul, lost in wood. Seldom able, - getting passed - stiff as a board. Knowing, wisdom, freedom is lost to ones memory’s hoard as they become ingrained, incorporated into daily life. As those who would have innocence cut off with a knife, assimilated into parents, teachers, peers, lovers and bosses. Innocence, wisdom, subconscious knowledge suffers losses. What was all these things, in living childhood, become in adulthood, unacceptable qualities - not good and so, sheep now stand were childhood once stood. B. J. “A ” 2 June 10th 2004

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