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Stop and think, now call my name, this **** has made me go insane, you have no face, only eyes, that bury me down like hollow cries, pull my throat until I scream, I'm fairly nice but he is so mean, follow the arrow to a pleasant hole, now crawl inside because you have no toll, **** **** **** is a final dream, dangerous ways of a ****** team, bounce my brain until it breaks, hidden bodies in polluted lakes, here we go now draw your plan, label your gender *** of man.....
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
poetepete
"Who are you"
Stop and think, now call my name, this **** has made me go insane, you have no face, only eyes, that bury me down like hollow cries, pull my throat until I scream, I'm fairly nice but he is so mean, follow the arrow to a pleasant hole, now crawl inside because you have no toll, **** **** **** is a final dream, dangerous ways of a ****** team, bounce my brain until it breaks, hidden bodies in polluted lakes, here we go now draw your plan, label your gender *** of man.....
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_Version 1_ The bench beneath me, sunlit and still, A perch for gazing, a world to distil. Children scattered, a vibrant tide, Feeding ducks, then rushing the slide. A boy, face smeared with bread’s white trace, Flings crumbs with an urgent, determined grace. The ducks converge, a flurry of wings, Ripples spreading, nature sings. On the swings, a girl takes flight, Her giggle bright, her hair alight. She leans forward, daring the breeze, Feet reaching high to the tops of the trees. The slide claims its turn, metallic and grand, A queue forms, restless, with grains of sand. One child hesitates, then takes the leap, Their laughter rises, joyous and deep. Parents linger at the edges, near, With watchful eyes and echoes of cheer. The park alive, a canvas displayed, Moments of wonder in sunlight replayed. From my quiet seat, I watch and I see, A world alive, endlessly free. Time halts briefly in this golden space, Children’s joy leaves a lasting trace _Version 2_ The bench, my ship in a sea of spring, Anchored in sunlight, where sparrows sing. Children dart like kites unbound, Their laughter the breeze, a joyous sound. A boy, a maestro with breadcrumbs in hand, Conducts a symphony on the rippling strand. The ducks waltz in their feathery parade, Water their stage, sunlight their cascade. A girl on the swing, a pendulum in play, Her hair catches the sun’s golden ray. She soars toward the heavens, toes tracing skies, A tiny comet with endless tries. The slide gleams like a dragon’s tail, Inviting the brave to its glistening trail. One child hesitates, then takes the dive, Emerging below, electrified, alive. Parents hover like guardians of lore, Their faces lit with quiet rapport. The park blooms with stories untold, Moments like petals, both fragile and bold. From my quiet harbour, I sip the view, A kaleidoscope of life, in every hue. Time pauses here, where innocence thrives, A canvas painted with radiant lives.
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Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
Geof_Spavins
People Watching: Children at Play
_Version 1_ The bench beneath me, sunlit and still, A perch for gazing, a world to distil. Children scattered, a vibrant tide, Feeding ducks, then rushing the slide. A boy, face smeared with bread’s white trace, Flings crumbs with an urgent, determined grace. The ducks converge, a flurry of wings, Ripples spreading, nature sings. On the swings, a girl takes flight, Her giggle bright, her hair alight. She leans forward, daring the breeze, Feet reaching high to the tops of the trees. The slide claims its turn, metallic and grand, A queue forms, restless, with grains of sand. One child hesitates, then takes the leap, Their laughter rises, joyous and deep. Parents linger at the edges, near, With watchful eyes and echoes of cheer. The park alive, a canvas displayed, Moments of wonder in sunlight replayed. From my quiet seat, I watch and I see, A world alive, endlessly free. Time halts briefly in this golden space, Children’s joy leaves a lasting trace _Version 2_ The bench, my ship in a sea of spring, Anchored in sunlight, where sparrows sing. Children dart like kites unbound, Their laughter the breeze, a joyous sound. A boy, a maestro with breadcrumbs in hand, Conducts a symphony on the rippling strand. The ducks waltz in their feathery parade, Water their stage, sunlight their cascade. A girl on the swing, a pendulum in play, Her hair catches the sun’s golden ray. She soars toward the heavens, toes tracing skies, A tiny comet with endless tries. The slide gleams like a dragon’s tail, Inviting the brave to its glistening trail. One child hesitates, then takes the dive, Emerging below, electrified, alive. Parents hover like guardians of lore, Their faces lit with quiet rapport. The park blooms with stories untold, Moments like petals, both fragile and bold. From my quiet harbour, I sip the view, A kaleidoscope of life, in every hue. Time pauses here, where innocence thrives, A canvas painted with radiant lives.
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