Ghosts' Playground

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    Ghosts' Playground

    swings are swaying
    who is this playing
    play horses rocking to and fro
    I see no one, where did they go

    the merry-go round
    spinning ever so slowly
    no one is around
    it looks so lonely

    I hear no laughter
    just lonely moans
    where children used to gather
    from all kinds of homes

    so I guess I'll just sit here
    and watch the ghosts play
    listening to hear
    the echos of yesterday

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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