Kids will be ...

 

Cary made a wish

 at the Wishing Well

But he shouldn't have looked over

 it was hard to tell

that every little boy

and every little girl

 kept to themselves a secret to unfurl

Valued more than a penny

It must have been many

 who saw the same thing

Even with out light

 it shined so bright

 Just like a big diamond ring

So much for the mothers

 who took nighttime lovers

They made wishes as well

Poor souls walked up alone

But went in on their own

And left their children in Hell

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[aftervision]

why is it that i could almost see what you saw while writing this -- that is pure talent -- i enjoyed this poem