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Toys
Contributed by
recyclebin
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Thursday, 8th October 2009 @ 08:56:19 PM in AEST
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What makes a toy a toy?
Is it the child’s laughter and Joy?
A warm smile that would melt a snowdrift,
Following opening a gift.
Or the imagination of a candy cane North Pole,
With elves galore on Santa’s knoll.
Maybe its the fragrance of the fern,
Or the angel that glows with a worldly burn.
Maybe the toy was sent for a single reason,
Like the equinox was meant for the seasons.
To regress the old, turning coal heart golden
What a sight to behold.
And just maybe; it comes from the likes of,
heaven above and purity of a child’s love.
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Re: Toys
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by jaeann on
Thursday, 8th October 2009 @ 09:15:53 PM AEST
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| I love this.....to regress the old,....that line is so true....a child's love is the purist of all.....great write!! |
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Re: Toys
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by LadyRose on
Saturday, 10th October 2009 @ 08:34:06 AM AEST
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| I certainly, like it........... there is nothing as pure as a child I think,love the last line....... we should all be like children,dont you think? |
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