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rily a toddler. My memories of that time are faint and few.</p><p id="e1dd">I would like that toddler’s heart; the one that loves to play.</p><p id="7f34">Growing older zaps the youth out of you quick. Is there any way to hold on to the young one in me while growing ol

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der?</p><p id="25c4">The younger one that blazes forth with faith in the impossibly unseen.</p><p id="8aaa">The younger one that sees in the dark.</p><p id="b86b">The younger one that climbs trees in a park.</p><p id="8101">I want that heart again.</p></article></body>

The Toddler Heart

I would love to be a toddler again — well, not necessarily a toddler. My memories of that time are faint and few.

I would like that toddler’s heart; the one that loves to play.

Growing older zaps the youth out of you quick. Is there any way to hold on to the young one in me while growing older?

The younger one that blazes forth with faith in the impossibly unseen.

The younger one that sees in the dark.

The younger one that climbs trees in a park.

I want that heart again.

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