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No milquetoast kids dare summit jungle gyms nor dream from monkey bars suspended o’er perilous mulches, heads filled by the sanguine rush of juvenile enthusiasm for garden hoses bruised knees and peanut butter sandwiches; Only august lad or lass may escape those sandboxes to tumble into the cavernous ball pit of emancipation, last dino bones dug up and whirling whispers lost soon as spoken across merry-go-round envisioning fantastic autumn nights that promised monsters Forsaken mud pies dry and crack, no more edible with juice box than without, hopscotching into sportsball cartoon boom box jumprope Sunday songs of Jesus midwest bedtime prayers, sincerest supplication application for wellness heaven and bully protection We seesaw through scraps of nostalgia, frolic into slip-sliding wet hot summer drops to mask messy tears, swimming defiantly away from repentance but begging a little help from God to keep the rusty swing set chains from breaking now as we push higher Sure, it takes some work to build a playground right, and what sign do we have it's safely been constructed?
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Playground Construction
No milquetoast kids dare summit jungle gyms nor dream from monkey bars suspended o’er perilous mulches, heads filled by the sanguine rush of juvenile enthusiasm for garden hoses bruised knees and peanut butter sandwiches; Only august lad or lass may escape those sandboxes to tumble into the cavernous ball pit of emancipation, last dino bones dug up and whirling whispers lost soon as spoken across merry-go-round envisioning fantastic autumn nights that promised monsters Forsaken mud pies dry and crack, no more edible with juice box than without, hopscotching into sportsball cartoon boom box jumprope Sunday songs of Jesus midwest bedtime prayers, sincerest supplication application for wellness heaven and bully protection We seesaw through scraps of nostalgia, frolic into slip-sliding wet hot summer drops to mask messy tears, swimming defiantly away from repentance but begging a little help from God to keep the rusty swing set chains from breaking now as we push higher Sure, it takes some work to build a playground right, and what sign do we have it's safely been constructed?
for Sean
rj-days
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
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