They show a thousand little ways,
Yet we love them all our days.
They speak of this and that around,
When love and feelings must be found.
Sometimes my heart just breaks apart,
When useless words leave their dart.
Still my heart is theirs to keep,
They make my restless feelings deep.
Now I've learned to handle them each day,
Though endless tantrums come their way.
5.29pm 30 June 2026
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