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Kids lay with play thing at home on the floor,
Mothers educating kids with man made toys,
But kids break the toys striking against the door,
Ah! Breaking kids’ play things the end of joys
Death breaks our toys: our parents and brothers,
One by one all are broken before our sunken eyes
We are helpless but I like toys sisters and fathers,
No glee on earth I see all around sobs and cries.
Alas in the hands of nature useless toys we all,
Remote control toys whose key not in our hand,
We all do all day what is said by our remoter call,
Its message written in the codes we not understand.
Death destroys our all play things new and old,
But pretty soul is taken out of it that is pure gold
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