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Crosshatched tower of black ropes Spiral towards poofy marshmallow clouds A tempation for each passing youth To gather around in crowds All together the creatures, they climb Grasping rope and some stranger's limb Bodies fall to the earth like potato sacks No limits in order to win...
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
Even Playground's have a Ruler
Crosshatched tower of black ropes Spiral towards poofy marshmallow clouds A tempation for each passing youth To gather around in crowds All together the creatures, they climb Grasping rope and some stranger's limb Bodies fall to the earth like potato sacks No limits in order to win...
Passed by a playground structure in which there was a 50 ft rope tower that lead to a slide. At least 40 kids were scrambling up this thing trying to get there first ans every time this one kid got up she would scream "I WIN". Also while there some little boy fell off from like 20 feet up, got tangled in the ropes, and other kids trampled him until his parent rescued him. crazy how animalistic we are.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
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