A simple plastic world begins with play,
Where tiny corners fit with steady snap;
We build our towers through the sunny day,
And when the castle stands, we smile and clap.
From little streets to castles reaching wide,
The molded pieces answer every choice;
No false horizon forces us aside,
In every simple shape we find rejoice.
Yet not to childhood is the spark confined,
For wild ideas stir within the chest;
The structured bricks ignite a sharper mind,
And put our bold ambitions to the test.
From youth to age, the endless wonders grow:
There is no bound to what the hands bestow.
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