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The Park Contest

The Park Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish Somewhere between a toddler and a teen, I carried visions of my future days. It was just us, my sweetest friend Christine, at our neighborhood park we loved to play. Wiffle ball, pizza boxes as bases, mother made the home plate using rubber. Used chalk as a starting line in races, Christine struggled, while I was a slugger. Walking Coco without using a leash, such a time of innocence not peril. No danger jumping in the piles of leaves, playing past sundown spinning the windmill. I dreamed of showing my children the park, But commercial real estate broke my heart. Date Written: February 15, 2016 Poetry Form: Shakespearean Sonnet

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Date: 2/21/2016 10:06:00 AM
WEll done with this modern sonnet form! Commercialism destroys so many things.
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Date: 2/18/2016 6:34:00 PM
I KNOW TAT FEELING AS MY FAVORITE SPOT IN THE WOODS FROM MY TEEN YEARS WAS DESTROYED BACK IN THE 90'S. Memories of it are now fading too. Great poem my friend. You never disappoint..A7
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Date: 2/17/2016 9:20:00 AM
Lovely memories ...ruined by unmerciful buildings which take the place of open spaces. Often beauty struggles to stay safe from the lustre of money and commercialism. // paul
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Date: 2/15/2016 4:37:00 PM
i hold the same sentiment; missing my lost park, lou!...superbly done!..huggs
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