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Children of the Parade

Snot nosed, barefoot Chanting, walk the streets Spit flies from mouth, food on cheek Green, ripe, and free Dirty and unkempt Unbridled and unmanageable Wild child Dolls and toy trucks Mudpies and hopscotch Bugs and jump rope Torn clothes, holes in socks Scraped knees and mud on shoes Marching on, they're marching on They're marching on Drums rattle, off beat Out of tune flutes, cowbells and slide whistles Ringing bent triangles while singing loudly Songs without chords Melodies without rhythm Games without rules Things without reasons Love without need Enjoyment without thought For the sake of it all, I guess Enigmatic thinkers, unfamiliar and strange They're marching on, they're marching on They're coming here and soon They've got a lot to say They're coming out to play Their voices cannot be drowned out For nothing else is louder

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