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There's cobalt clouds across the sun
A nice cool breeze moves the oak tree
Somewhere on earth, someone buys a gun
All the while, the sun shines with glee 
Jesus loves all
Though some men brawl

Breeze dances with wind chimes for fun
Little babies become latchkey
Confused, bewildered, come undone
They need our love don't you agree
Dark clouds gather
Sun we'd rather 

Date: June 04, 2022
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Posie Poetry

Being a latchkey child does not mean they will turn out bad or confused or suffer from depression, but it does affect some children in the wrong way.
So much goes into the makeup of any human, no one can say it is this or that, that causes their moral decline.

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