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The Child's Toys MAG

By Anonymous

   The little boy lay in his bed,

A pillow underneath his head.

His pale face lay in troubled sleep -

He need not even wake to weep.

On the shelves there stand his toys,

The ones who brought him many joys.

They yearn to be touched by little hands -

The buckets to be filled with sand.

The cars want to see out the door,

But the toys or the child will see no more.





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