Be In These Times, I'm Asking... For My Kids
By K.A. Smith
Please see these times— for my kids.
Going down a very dark path,
endlessly.
Sometimes, I see actors amusingly.
Following a ride,
viewing the mountains.
It only takes a passing,
may harm being insensitive.
Makes them run rampantly.
I'm asking for my kids.
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