-A Poem About Toddlers-

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The babies grew up and now they were older

All of the children still gave them the cold shoulder

With their sparkling little eyes 

And sweet little lies

Who could suspect them of something so dreadful?

The person behind this all was still not regretful.

For she had grown older and was getting weaker.

So her little disciple became the new keeper.

Of the sharp and long knife that started this all. 

So, do you still hear the babies' dark calls?