A Child He's, Let Him Chill
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When not a leaf moveth sans His will,
Man struggles taming a sprawling hill,
And He smiles a known smile
Rare still in a long mile:
A child not yet grown, I let him chill.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 04.08.15 |
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