Poem: An Empty Playground.
An Empty Playground.
.
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It is lonely here
Beside the playground swings
Where no children try
To reach up into the sky,
And I cannot hear the faintest echo
Of long forgotten days.
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.
By Jaksie on March 2nd, 2010
An Empty Playground.
.
.
It is lonely here
Beside the playground swings
Where no children try
To reach up into the sky,
And I cannot hear the faintest echo
Of long forgotten days.
.
.