| The once joyful playground of my youth, Has no swings, and the slide - rusted, the wood is split and rotten. It was a wonderous place, where balloons and ice cream was sold, But the lost memories I am looking for will not be found in this barren wasteland now. The earth, jagged and cluttered with litter, Shadows from the dark clouds leave it sad and mysterious. I just wish it could be the place it once was, It had filled me with warm memories that are now just inside my head.
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