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| Music of the month: Madonna: League of their own This used to be my playground Chorus:This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend Why did it have to end and why do they always say Don't look back Keep your head held high Don't ask them why because life is short and before you You're feeling old And before you know And your heart is breaking Don't hold on to the past Well that's too much to ask Chorus No regrets But I wish that you were here with me Well then there's hope yet I can see your face in our secret place You're not just a memory Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream) Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say) This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our pride and joy This used to be the place I ran to That no one in the world could dare destroy This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to I wish you were standing here with me This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to The best things in life are always free Wishing you were here with me |
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| Mood: Grumpy |
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| Parents who control Although we reached the stage called the adolescence, and are still studying. Our parents still treat us as small children. Be late only for 5 minutes, and they will start worrying. My body starts to shiver, when I see them standing in front of the gate. They will start nagging, all because of 5 minutes late. Hours and minutes pass. I just close my eyes. And thinking of a good reason, but my cheeks are full of tears. I can't understand them, what do they want from me. Try asking them. It was stupid of me. Parents are such a worry. If only they could be more understanding, I just want some respect, and i hope they can accept. Parents, parents, Won't you spare me; I will be obedient, If that's you want me to be. Written by: Kammy Secondary 2/3 C.B.S.S 1995 (I won award for this poem) |