With The Little Ones

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With children I am crazy.
I play with them brusquely..
I dance with them happily.
I jump with them wantonly.
I talk to them sweetly.
I sleep with them lovingly.
Forgetting my age and size
I become one with them honestly.

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slpmartin March 19, 2013 at 8:21 pm

Made me think of that song from Peter Pan…”I don’t wanna grow up!” 🙂

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