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sisters, brothers, friends you and me were roam-free kids starting the morning runs with our moms' sermon: be kind, but be more kind to the most unkind; won't be forgotten in tomorrow's beyond and off we go playing around the pond stomping on muddy fields weaving coconut leaves into small mats you'd give me i remember seeing letters etched on bark of mango tree on the sole of my slippers and one's smile so naughty maybe all of us here should take the time to recall our childhood innocent times to overwhelm jealousy, envy or even defamation for we don't have forever on this good land