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by Stewie
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1671425
Once you read it, you shall know.
Here at the park,
Life is with ease.
There is no dark,
And not one disease.

The trees are green,
And the sky is blue.
There is no being,
And there is no you.

Here at the park,
One feels humble.
There is no work,
And not one foible.

The air is warm;
The air is cold.
Here at the park,
Not one is bold.

Men playing soccer,
Birds chirping in sky.
I sit at this table
Wondering ,"can I fly?"

Here at the park,
We all lose sense
There is no spark,
Not even some suspense.

Here at the park,
Many come to play.
We are all like a shark,
But I, IDK.
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