John Hambrock


A Playground


Children laugh, children play, it's supposed to be this way. Children love, children hug, children have the sweetest face. Children are supposed to laugh, and race, no evilness should touch this face. Children face the hardest times, when love, and life become unkind. Children are supposed to smile, and race, and not see tragedy all over this place. A child's life should be a playground, where hurt, and pain are rarely found. This is not alway's the path, but hope that they will learn to laugh.

Submitted: Saturday, December 15, 2012

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In memory of 12/14/2012

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