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  • Sometimes I wish
    The world was childish
    So everyone would
    Appreciate little things.
    Sometimes I wish
    To take the bad things
    We do to the world
    And throw them away,
    Into a paper bin.
    I’d like to turn bombs
    Into fuzzy playing balls,
    And I’d turn landmines
    Into flower seeds.
    I’d turn soldiers
    Into hospital clowns,
    And then tanks
    Into horses and trees.
    And don’t forget
    About guns,
    Let’s turn them into
    Loving hands.
    I’d change hate
    For happy love.
    And rage for
    Giggling a lot.
    On and on
    The list would go
    So that our sad Earth
    Would be happy,
    Respected, and one.
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