Little feet—out of sight...pitter patter. They play in the rain.
Leaping, skipping, thumping through grass—faces spread smiles...
The breeze blows—dandelions plucked from roots...Make a wish, may I?
Little feet—out of sight...pitter patter. They play in the rain.
Leaping, skipping, thumping through grass—faces spread smiles...
The breeze blows—dandelions plucked from roots...Make a wish, may I?
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