The Picnic
We took a tin of tea to town
To play and picnic in the park
As carefree children chased the clown
And danced and dodged all day till dark.
The simple sounds of silence still
Were happily inside my head
When freely formed from fright and frill -
Before the beauty broke and bled.
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