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Little Children
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I love small children.
I love to run my hand through their hair,
Soft and new, like a sheep's wool.
I like to look at their little clothes;
Little shoezies, little sockies, little shirts.
Little dresses. Little children,
How I love the little children.
I wish I had a small child
All for myself.



