I hear the sound of running feet
It fills my heart with pride replete
Midst noise of children in the street
And all their antics with each feat
They’ve not yet learned to be discreet
Reminding all how time is fleet !
I hear the sound of running feet
It fills my heart with pride replete
Midst noise of children in the street
And all their antics with each feat
They’ve not yet learned to be discreet
Reminding all how time is fleet !
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