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| Shadows move throughout the day. They enjoy the restless play. First they peer into the west, Then they think that east is best. Sometimes they are big and bold, Giving off a footprint cold. Then, of course, at mid-day sun, There's no room for them to run. We cast shadows oft unseen! Maybe happy, maybe mean. Everything we do or say Impacts on someone today. | ||
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