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Cycle of knowledge

Cycle of knowledge

Little children are so innocent
they are just too young to know
what kind of world we really live in
that’s why we have to shield them so

We need to nuture and protect 
them
Keep them safe from perils way
Guide them in the right direction
whislt encouraging them to laugh and play

Our world is capable of coldness
not every child will meet this fate
Yet there will be some who feel this daily
within the walls of their garden gate

Our little ones will grow into adults
they will mimic what has gone before
Teaching their children what we taught them
and so this cycle repeats once more

 

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Marion

We are flowers birthed in full bloom Jill destined thereafter to wilt...Christ, there is the first line of a poem there!!!...I'm off to write it...youve inspired me,??? lovely verse ? 

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Jill Tait

Pml haha ???❤️❤️❤️???

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Greg Etsell

woderful poem
hi Jill not 
good night
sleeping
 

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Jill Tait

Awww try grab nap thru day Thanks luv xxx❤️?

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Greg Etsell

if i do that then i wouldnt get any sleep
or couldnt get to sleep 

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Jill Tait

Awww Thank you my precious I am so honoured at your lovely appreciation & pinning it ❤️?❤️

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