COPY THE DUMB MAN - Itchy hands and a travel bag!
It could be any child. It could be a boy or a girl. It could be in the family or at the park. It could be the dreaded 'child abuse'! A poem deciphering agony of a child who can't, in the first stance, fathom what abuse can mean and lead to. Next time, you see a child with blank eyes, make your way and speak to him/her.
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