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Jun 2018
bouncing ***** and sitting scooters,
nothing mattered when we were young
everyday was a playday with friends.

yelling and laughing, running around
the hardwood gymnasium floor
how could anyone feel lonely here?

maybe that's why gym class was the best,
it's impossible to feel alone there,
when there's endless fun at every corner.
thinkinghertz
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