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Let Us Praise Toys

Not poems, although those too are playthings, games with words; and not paints, although they fling open a world of joy - but the kind of toy a man, not too grown up for trains, and a woman, who will dress up dolls she never looked at twice when she was small, the kind they will sit down on the floor with and see the complex world from the bottom up.