The Richest Child
The richest child in the world is the one who knows love
Who possesses enough so that life is not tough
A hat in the winter, a jacket in spring, and food for a belly, are plenty of things
Their memories won't consist of many a toy, cause the ones that all matter are made up of joy
Time spent playing, so simple in task, passing a football, with his dad playing catch
Baking some cookies, with her mom playing tea, these are the things that make memories.
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