I often see a line of kids
With
vests of neon green
Go
walking down the street; it is
A
charming urban scene.
They’re
anywhere from two to four,
Connected
by a rope,
So
no one up and wanders off;
At
least that is the hope.
A
grown-up walks in front and back
And
stops to deal with tears,
But
mostly, it’s a happy group,
Or
that’s how it appears.
I’m
sure they get to run around
As
those in preschool should,
Though,
being city kids, they also
Stroll
the neighborhood.
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