.Games Once Played
See the little chidren playing,
Hurricanes and sunshine swaying.
Throughout the mold a gray is baking,
Bending bones but never breaking.
And they form a lovely pose,
For watchdog eyes, they never close.
No balls are bouncing in the day,
A porous .
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