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 Lost Connections

No one realizes how far a human hand can reach,
when it holds an instrument designed to teach.
Teacher's and students often connect,
yet, it's both ways knowledge's reflect.
The teacher can be taught as well as the child,
from uninhibited thoughts from a mind that runs wild.
A child's mind is a blessing and a beautiful thing,
it's filled with all the things humanity should sing.
Children will quarrel and carry on with each other,
yet, when it's over they're like brother and brother.
We were all kids once and now we've grown old
and some how have forgot the dreams that we told.

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