Play Ground Dreams


playground games and calling names
the merry go round where my shoes where tossed
a game of hide and seek
where Tommy just got lost
favorite songs we all ways listed
with are imaginary friends
we thought existed
dreaming of when where older
only to get called inside
cause it just got colder
but now the play ground is gone
I found your initials
still carved into the lawn
but every time in look back
I'm still at that play ground
waiting for you
and your loser friends
to always come around

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