she's a little girl,
a kid
at heart.
she loves the playground,
the swings
the monkey bars,
the sand pit.
she loves how the woods
wraps
its arms
around the circle
of benches.
the see saw of life.
the joy of youth still
fresh
in her mind.
meet me there she says.
meet me there
before dark.
we still have time.
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