A Row of Swings
Yet another dismal day, there are no children here to play;
Are they at home is it a holiday;
No children laughing, playing s winging;
And on the swings no one there, they're empty;
No swinging, just a row of swings unoccupied;
No one running, no one on the slides;
The basketball court is empty;
No one is jumping rope;
All the ponies are still;
I wonder are the kids at home;
I see a row full of swings not moving;
I 'm used to a playground full of children playing;
But alas I transgress;
Now even the wind is moving the swings;
It's clear ever so Nobody here;
Just a row of swings
11/01/17
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