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The Children Run

A Heptastich. Reminiscing of our three-nipper sons from a distant reality, far-flung. Whenever the children run, laugh, or play. Life through their eyes is but a game. And they will change, soon that time comes. Whenever the, children run, laugh, or play. It's like Manna from Heaven. What, more need I say.

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R J. Elless

Date: 5/9/2023 3:33:00 PM

Pangie, you must have the patience of Job. Thank You for your Comments, as always. xo

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/9/2023 11:23:00 AM

I can relate to this.My happiest days were teaching young children, And my own, plus I was a baby sitter for an agency of visiting families in San Francisco, Panagiota

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/9/2023 7:14:00 AM

The innocence of children RJ, Oh to be that age again with not a care in the world. Tom

R J. Elless
Date: 5/9/2023 7:33:00 AM

Tom, Thank You. We did not know lucky we were. That's the spirit of it. Have a great Day.