Have you ever eyed a derelict toddler? He lacks a dwelling and is mostly famished. No proper garments has he Nor proper shoes. Slumbers he on the rugged walkway No rug to cover. Yet, yet his giggles rent the air, As he merrily runs on the sidewalk. What has he to be so blithe? I wonder. What has he that I do not? It is then when I fathom out, That euphoria bides within us For what e have this day, Might be gone with the wind by and by. But the ecstasy within shall abide.
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