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I like to watch people in the park, not in a creepy way but just to see how others do things.
In The beginning it was difficult to go on my own, momma held my hand thru everything, days went by momma got ill and one morning she left me to fly to heaven, no troubles for her ,cause she was at peace, now were does that lead me?
Flashes of fun as they hang here The cold, rusty bars never seemed so near As the soft, soothing breeze sways the chains Now withered and rusted from the passing rains  
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