My little worldA Poem by hansiThere's a pile of toys, Funny times and joys. Learn the ancient times, Culture and French lines. Climbing mountain high. Counting one to five. Feel the smell of blooms. Trees are growing soon. Sing into the sun shine. Color paint is so fine. But I want to say, "There is a dream Of kind human beings" © 2014 hansi |
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Added on October 18, 2014 Last Updated on October 18, 2014 |

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