Muddy footprints cross the floor,
Heading to the open door.
Wonderment will lead to war.
All the things we do abhor,
But somehow, find room to adore.
No one here to answer for
The children we’ve learned to ignore.
“Always try to look for more,”
You tell me, and I ask, “What for?”

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