Leaves swirling 'round, falling to the ground, until they are found, by a little boy in sweats. Cold front is coming in, bold as that may be, that won't stop a curious boy, a little boy in sweats. If I was there that autumn, with the little boy in sweats, I'd say to him this, no more, no less.
"You are a curious little kid, a one with lots of joy. I'm glad that you are not inside, playing with your toys. It's a wonderful world that we live in, but some could not care why. You are that little, special kid, who enjoys it by and by. You should be really happy, playing in the sun. I hope you stay yourself forever, having lots of fun."
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