Poem -

Toy made with no joy.

Toy made with no joy.

A boy and his toy 
together in play smiling all day.
out the joy from in the boy.
because of this fabulous toy.
now Life Is Fun with toy in hand.
As he jumps and runs in sand. 
And he's wearing two toy guns that hang. 
at home or park girls or boys 
each with joy each with a toy.
and son is happy to see mommy and daddy 
With joy for choosing the right toy.
there son or daughter been so happy.
but across the globe there's boy/girl
who's pale like soul left to sail. 
hearts with darts 
and deep in all is dark. hearts of them been lost 
for one of theres to laft. 
Back to stone age 
toys of rock those toys raw.
All pale days of noun sun, feel no joy, 
to our global son.  
for boy who makes toy for  joy but made of no joy.  Then its no toy .
the toy became labor boy wen instead of playing he was building it to give it away. Thats the worse for a child to take his joy. So hes no boy.
These daddy child is. Child of a daddy. But weres daddy. Boy is daddy ......son of god is your daddy .. U dont feel like a smile. but belief wen u meet. the heavens father will give factorys of joy till you inbleed evrey single sad tbought in beauty of your doul.

childre.of the world im sorry if u going trew this. I trully am. God bless you. 

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