Where are those children
Who wanted to play?
Where are their toys,
Have they put them away?
Where is my son,
Has he grown up and gone?
My little daughter,
A child of her own?
All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men
Cannot put childhood
Together again.
~ By Russ Allison Loar
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I don’t like early mornings
When I’m still asleep.
I don’t like early bedtimes,
Alone and counting sheep.
Why should I pay attention
To all those clocks I see?
I listen to them ticking.
They listen not to me.
~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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My kitty has a dishrag,
It’s pink and rough and wet,
She scrubs herself all over
When she comes home from the vet.
~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Where are those children
