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those little kids


little kids laugh, cry, and play,

I saw one pick his nose today,

still they´re all special in their own way,

around them you have to be careful about what you say,

and when they make a mistake you have to let them know it´s okay,

 

they had a cute saying that goes like this,

penny penny copper and brown your worth one cent,

nickel nickel silver and thick your worth five cents I know this,

dime dime silver and thin your worth ten cents,

qaurter qaurter silver and large your worth 25 cents,

 

somtimes we could all use a break, 

sometimes we do not know how much we can or cannot take,

so we just put a smile on and act fake,

and we do it every time we wake,

 

those little kids remind you what life is about,

those little kids are the future generation,

those little kids have either too much confidence or doubt,

back in the day many of them would not of had emancipation.

 

those little kids are oustanding,

you could always learn something new,

life is like an airplane with a rocky landing,

sometimes you might just have no clue what to do.

 

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Iḿ M, I like reading, writing, cooking, acting, and helping others. Good luck to other poets out there, and never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard it seems.

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