Laughter rings in the halls as a faded memory
The paper sits on the desk
A note from Jenna to Nathan
Virginia would have intercepted it and passed it on
Simply protocol in the average life
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An empty swing sways laziliy in the wind
Held up by rusted posts and a decaying chain
It's creaking still scares the birds
And the grass underneath refuses to grow
This is a sacred place of child's play
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I follow the yellow lines down the road
Far in the distance it dances before me
They say it's due to the heat, but I'm not dancing
Reminds me of a swimming pool
Reminds me of childhood
Bet I can hold my breath longer
Nah, forget it, lets play Marco Polo
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A bat and ball head for each other
They have to get this right
To the human ear ony a crack
To them a swift kiss before the next inning
Over and over again untilt he sun sets
I envy them
In this sacred place of childs play
Chris Townsend
1999
