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The Children
They were raised
in a
totally
haphazard fashion –
a most amazingly
random
manner;
their education wholly un-
premeditated
a happy-go-lucky happenstance
and yet, it served them
well.
They grew up
to become
the most wonderful
well-rounded,
open
(-minded,
-handed, -hearted)
people
anyone
could ever
hope to
know / love / be /
clone
and
anybody
would be proud
to call
their own.
PSC/2016
Penned for Day 29 of Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD
(Poem-A-Day) Challenge.
Assignment: a haphazard poem
Assignment: a haphazard poem
For more, check out his site at: 2016-april-pad-challenge-day-29
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