The bird cry blurt.
The glee filled giggle,
the loud moan hurt.
the falling chuckle.
The playground debacle.
The expressive squeal.
The heavy whimper, that brave years progressively steal.
Three melodic tones in the scream.
Joys of infancy it seems...
Lie in the playtime´, it´s imagination and dreams.
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