parksandplaygrounds
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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
