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Feb 18
On an empty street I once walked by a playground,
Abandened in the night by the morning's children,
In silence I can still hear the echoes of useless banter and spontaneous laughter.
Now dormant, redundant in the memory,
It woed and cried in the winter's chill,
This playground on an empty street couldnot forget the warmth of sun under the tarp of moonlight.
Runway to Paradise
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Runway to Paradise
   Darrell Landstrom
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