Little boy

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    Little boy

     Little boy,where's all your joy
    there's no time left to employ.
    Little boy, why are you a disgrace
    you jump and play without a brace.
    Little boy, that is now a man
    what is your biggest plan?

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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