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| Quick visual! I'm sitting in the laundry mat waiting patient like for my clothes to go through the cycle. I've got my headsets on listening to 'Yield'. There was a woman there with about 5 kids and they're just running all over the place but that doesn't bother me of course. I had already started this poem a few days ago... Well I sat down with all my poetry stuff in my notebook and took a peek at what I had. Then I started adding on until I couldn't add anymore without repeating.. So I sat there like a moron thinking, "Well, now what do I call it?" All of a sudden, POW! A cart runs over my foot with a little munchkin steering it. It didn't hurt me thanks to my shoes... I'm glad I didn't wear my sandles though... and then the title hit me! 'Children At Play'. |
| Sunlit places, Nameless faces, Working forever 'round. Decorate laces, Stinging maces, A little over- wound. Faster races, Slower paces, Always breathless bound. Touched bases, Random aces, New luck found. Shattered vases, Free oasis, Water from the ground. Empty spaces, Headcases, Never make a sound. |
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