Sunday, November 21, 2010

Very little as we start to talk.

A life of dreams to yet unfold.
Each passing day as we grow old.
We are but one, as we learn to walk Still,
very little as we start to talk.
By the age of five, to school we go,
To learn much more that we don’t know.
As we hit ten, our world’s the books;
Just turn the page and take a look…

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