God made man, blew in him the soul, and destined him to live young then old. Live did I, young and free- free as the kites I flew, quick as the birds I chased, unrestrained as the trees I climbed, hopeful as the paper boats I made- Live did I, without a sigh of sorrow or burden. Yet now no more a child, with duty hunting me down, how I wish, I could go back to the sweat and scrawl of a child. Big thanks for Kay L for the post.
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