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Three very young children,
A row sat by the ditch beside the tree,
Look at each other with a smile-wait.
Clap your hands and sing alone,
Two people also hurriedly clap your hands to sing;
It stopped again—
Still smile at each other-wait.
Dust all over the street
Pedestrians are woven,
They created their own natural world!
Just three ordinary children,
But it won me three comments.
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