Playground
Round and around goes the merry - go - round,
Whirling and twirling like a spring that's unwound.
Raising upwards childrens feet off the ground,
As their screams of delight, created a deafening sound,
While holding on tightly with their arms interwound.
Now everyone frowned, when they shut the playground,
Time to leave, as they wend homeward bound.
5 / 2 / 2022.
Nursery Rhyme.
Sponsor Eve Roper.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2022
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