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 The Playground
Empty, swings gently creaking with the breeze
  I'm too old to visit this playground I am told
  The rusty slide beckons me to go once more
  Remembering the delight of the sunshine on my back
  Monkey bars for me to show off my strength
  Seeing that little red headed girl smiling at me
  Blushing a bit, but grinning from ear to ear
  A game of tag breaks out, screaming with glee
  The shadows of my memory bring me joy still today
  This playground was the focus of my childhood play
  Friends and foes, we all joined for our games
  Everyday, rain or shine, snow or a heat wave
  I don't see the children here any longer as I pass
  Guess they are playing with their electronic toys
  Overgrown with weeds, no longer desired by the kids
  The playground, now grown cold, lonely; lifeless
26Dec09
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