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Jul 2014
I don't want be inside
It makes me think the things I think I thought before

Running around the playground as a kid
until i saw the sun settle

Turn around and no ones even there
Run around on the playground kid you'll soon see the sand covered up in your face.

Now ones older and you still settle for more
never had enough

Soon you'll turn around and no ones even there
run around on your playground kid, until you see the light

Meanwhile,
sand turns to worries and sun turns to regrets
Written by
Arnold Barajas  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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