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A poem for kindness?

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When I dropped my crayon box in rainbow slivers on the floor one person stopped to help me gather rolling crayons (sixty-four).

Crawling on our hands and knees we picked up bits of green and blue. When someone else spills all their crayons I will stop to help them too.

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