Children
Tomorrow is just another day
Of watching all the children play
Riding bikes, singing songs
And whatever else might come along
Scraped up knees
Bumped up noses
Chasing butterflies
Picking roses
But when nighttime comes
They all calm down
Every last child in the town
They settle down, get ready for bed
Pick out a story that they want read
Say there prayers
Go to sleep
Now through he house
We must creep.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Darken Days | 0 | 12/15/2009 |
| Thank You | 0 | 10/27/2009 |
| Time Can Heal | 4 | 09/11/2009 |
| Sleep | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| Children | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| Fairy Tales | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| A Dream | 2 | 09/11/2009 |
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