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Whiny Hermione liked to groan and complain.
She whined when it was sunny.
She whined when it rained,
and Monday through Sunday,
it didn’t matter what day,
Hermione would groan
Deep, rich purple flowers
long, stacky green stems
purple flowers reach into the stars
droopy, sad petals with vibrent, lively colors
frown at the ground from there nodes
I went to play on my swingset
Only to realize I was too big
The memories my siblings and I had made
Slowly rusted away
I touched each chain on the tire
I whispered the secrets we shared
Sets of swings sit on the east corner
next to the electrical wires the shoes dangle from.
A dingy yelloow slide shows signs of happy memories made
Recess was the next best thing to Christmas morning.
It was a place of laughter and freeze tag.
Children grew up with the monkey bars and swings.
He had large nostrils
red hair
and freckles.
He was the second biggest boy in class
and my friends were the smallest
so I always fought him
when we wrestled with his posse.
The branch pulls down
And springs back up,
You're flying through the air,
This exhilarating feeling
Is like a ride at the fair.
From the depths of hell, the Devil comes to play.
It's a game where there is no use in pray.
Where heroes dig their own graves.
And where the brave becomes slave.
He was just a little kid
blonde hair, blue eyes
playing in the back of the church like usual
waiting for mom to say it’s time to go.
He doesn’t notice the girl with her short shorts and blue shirt
