The sky is grey, To my dismay, I’ve found where the children play. Buried underneath the sand, Closed in by a gate, Innocence won’t take a stand polluted by this hate. Songs that have no singers, Swings that have no swingers, Empty playgrounds in the night but how the smell does linger. I’d take itContinue reading “Where The Children Play”
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Just A Girl In A Whirl 