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Rusted Swings

Lost childhood,
rusted like swings.
Playground empty,
gone the screams.
Time has banished,
all that vanished.

© 2011 Philip N. Carcione

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©4 September 2011 - 11:09pm — phil_carcione
4 September 2011 - 11:14pm — heatherburns35
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Nice write Phil, yes, doesn't childhood go so fast. Takes me back to those days.

5 September 2011 - 6:04pm — phil_carcione
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Thanks Heather.......doing

Thanks Heather.......doing some minimalist writing.