Children
Children are little,
They love to be in the middle,
Of everything,
christmas lights they want to hang,
Youth.
Young is being young,
Children like to stick out their tongue,
They love to dance,
and prance,
Around like they are something to world needs.
I miss being a kid,
I always hid,
in the best sops in hide and go seek,
They like to act like birds and wear a fake beak,
Kids are funny.
Copyright © Emily Schmittling | Year Posted 2005
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