I could hear the children, squeals of delight.
They were not to distant. There, within sight.
The gates are open, I watch them play.
And remember my days living with the rules
followed by endless freedom after school.
Sorry. This is the first time I've ever wanted to write anything resembling a poem.
Your picture should have a soundtrack to let us hear their laughter. |
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