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As the Morning Sun strikes a Glare in There Eyes..
The Children fill the Streets with Cheerful Cries..
Hovering above Dropping Drops of Love and Pleasure..
Loveing for his Gratefulness its to Much to Measure..
Red,blue,orange,green Wrappers Put's Eyes to Glow..
Slowly passing Giveing Happyness Row BY the Row..
Feathers of Flight Sent from the Minds of a God..
As they Sail in He reals them in Like a Fishing Rod..
Day by Day they count down the Months for Him..
Line the steets just for a Simple Joyment of no Sin..
For bad children Recieve a Piece of wrapped Dirt..
So all Bad is Removed so there is No Loss or Hurt..
The Passion of His Love is Felt Far and Wide..
Wait for the Day the "Hero" Sets off to Glide..