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Now don’t children just do the "darndest" things? That is what I love about them, always on the move, suddenly stopping, being quiet, and off again they go -- always off again. Pure angelic, pure meanness, soft and fragile, tough as a steel nail, afraid of their own shadow, and not afraid of a death-defying act. Watch them quickly go; they are full of youthful joy, a reserved look, a belly laugh, a twinkle in the eye. Swing with them in an old tree swing. Get down and push a stick or even an old brick. Make the sound of an old tractor. Dress a doll, and read to them always. Hug them now because tomorrow they will be grown. |
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