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| Listen to The Children |
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| When I look at a patch of Dandilions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my garden. My children saw flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on. |
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| When I looked at a drunk and he smiled at me, I saw a smelly dirty person who probably wanted money and, I look away. My children saw a smile and, they smiled back |
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| When I heard music I love, (and I know I can't carry a tune) I sit and listen. My children felt the beat and moved to it. They sang out the words and, if they didn't know them, they made them up. |
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| When I felt the wind, I braced myself against it. I felt it messing up my hair and pulling me back as I walked. My children closed their eyes spread their arms and flew with it until they fell to the ground laughing. |
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| When I saw a puddle, I stepped around it. I saw muddy shoes and dirty carpet. My children sat in it. They saw dams to build and rivers to cross and worms to play with. |
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| Our children taught us a lot and, somethings we didn't see. Enjoy the little things in life, for one day, you might look back and realise, They were the biggest things. Author unknown |
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