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There are kids in the street
Shouting obscenities
At anyone that walks past.
Their parents have guided them
With a verbal map of insults.
They have been taught a whole language -
These up and coming polyglots.
If we go outside they may run to our doors
Ask if we can provide them with bubbles
Or something to play.
We’ll oblige and only hope
They will remember small acts
Of kindness.
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