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I saw those who fledas the signal turned redI switched the radio channeland set the sun avoiding panelJust eighty more seconds to goI wondered if the clock was working slow?A tiny hand appeared on my sideMy face changed color to an angry tideI took out a penny and handed overThe kid closed his palm and handed me a flowerThe signal turned green and the honking startedI changed the gear as the child departedPassed two signals, similar faces staredA hand raised and face smearedMy face was ashen as my home came nearWhat about those kids? stood the fearDriving down the same road every dayThe turmoil would always stayWhat should I do or can I do something?Or is it much ado about nothing?The answer came to me through BlogAdda.com.Every day millions of children are forced to choose between hunger and education. Without access to even one square…

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