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Nightwalk
NIGHTWALK
As I take hold of my little son's hand
We go out on our nightwalk as we had planned.
He crunches the leaves with his own two feet.
We see our neighbors that we joyfully greet.
The night air feels cool on our skin.
We enjoy our walk and start to grin.
We see the stars in the night time sky
and stare up at the moon as we walk on by.
This moment is shared by just mother and son.
A walk in the crisp night is a special one.
He brings along his favorite teddy bear,
clutching him tight with tender loving care.
A nightwalk can bring gladness and joy
to a tenderhearted mother and her little boy..
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