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Saturday, August 6, 2005


play ground
play grond
in the cold
in the night
not a word was sayed
not a fright
the wind was blowing up against the play grond
in eyes site
the time was right
the swings were swinging
the birds were singing
and yet no one was out
but me i sat alone in that play ground
that place were i always was able to turn a frown
wishing my dreams under a stars lights
wishing i could drown
i look over to spit
then i saw some thing that made me swollow it in to my pit
my heart beat fast did she hear me
could she fear me
were my secrets told
then she sayed the same
then for once i knew i wasnt alone

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