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We Are All His ChildrenI as a child myself remember Reading long ago~ That we were all his children And he meant it too you know~ But as I look around today I see life of every kind ~ I see souls that are not children And it worries so my mind~ Things happening that scare me so As even children would not do~ The very ones that are to set examples For little children it is true~ I wonder ever so where it will end Or take a turn one day for the best~ Souls upon earth to live and learn And try hard to pass each test~ Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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