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Children,
just want to play, to share, to explore
to question, to know, to wonder, to color.

 let's dig, and discover!
unfolding the worlds wonders
or the dust that tickles your nose.
the sweet flower thrives,
trees present a polychromatic array
to fill our eyes, our souls, our spirits!

 let's explore!
ask, please ask -
for you are their vehicle to wonder
to curiosity
read, hunt, cultivate life.

 Discover disappointment
or tragedy
and sit with it.

 Read together,
harvest tomatoes!
be full.




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