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Just how many children may well know,
many injustices to suffer as they grow,
their speech or hearing slows them down,
understanding is lost, with no sound?
When hard times prevail without end,
how may each child to learn, or just begin?
We must teach them to hold heads up high,
no matter if they feel as they could cry.
A Rembrandt or Beethoven may dwell inside,
great inventors for all to see, do abide.
No handicap shall make limits for those who try,
such marvels to behold by every eye.
We achieve what we conceive, by and by,
as baby birds have no doubts they can fly.
Tomorrow holds the key, and is our tie,
no single challenge, too great, or non too high.
Each soul is precious on this green earth,
deserving the best, the greatest, its worth,
Our lives are meant to live carefree and in mirth,
as sweet children do smile in their birth.
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