by: Anne R. C. Neale
Looking out my window I can see them running and laughing,
Little people kicking a ball upon the green grass,
No cares, no worries, just lots of time to have a lot of fun,
They're growing up daily every sun, so fast.
Their smiles and their laughter are a joy to hear and to see,
Little people enjoying life as they play so merrily,
It brings back many memories of my days years ago,
When I was a little person like them, that is so.
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