I saw two eyes,
Red hot ones;
Light needles pointed it,
Like a moon in a calm pond.
There was something,
Exhurbing the freshness out,
We call it 'innocence'.
The blurred spotting,
Came to a jolt,
Seeing his mom;
Runnig like a Kangaroo,
Showing the care,
Sretching her hands,
To make him stand.
I saw that eyes,
kajoling into joy;
When he felt: He rules the world irressistable!
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