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The Nowhere ChildThe Nowhere Child, Plays with toys, Not with other, Girls and boys. The Nowhere Child, In mind is strong, Is always right, And never wrong. The Nowhere Child, Is sweet of face, And feels secure, In his own space. The Nowhere Child, Likes to hide, Beneath the pages, Of his pride. The Nowhere Child, In shadow walks. In deep darkness, Likes to talk. The Nowhere Child, Is good and kind, And is often, Hard to find. Joy Weare 8th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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