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The Somewhere ChildThe Somewhere Child, Is in your face, Has not a thought, Of time or space. The Somewhere Child, Is full of smiles, Has laughter long And nothing mild. The Somewhere Child, Is sweet with noise, And plays with many, Girls and boys. The Somewhere Child, Lushes love, And often oozes, Push and shove. The Somewhere Child, Is loud and live, Is big on bounce, And will survive! Joy Weare 16th August, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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