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Thoughts
Caitlin, Age 12, Cold Spring Harbor, NY

Red roses drenched with the dew of the morn'
Somewhere far away a child's being born
Birds flying free in a the blue sky
And every day I ask myself why
Why are wars fought?
Why are bad things thought?
Then I remember all the good things I know
and decide to let my gladness show!

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