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Every now and then I visit the park It's beautiful in autumn As if spring sleeps on the ground But then there my lover is Wearing her summer smile Dancing in the autumn breeze
It was the best decision I’d ever made. The stroll through Emancipation Park made my day. You were sitting quietly on a bench, So lonely and downhearted. I could have passed you by without stopping.
Dear Madam,   I hope that this letter may find you (and glad that it never will) Because you may never know How beautiful you looked at Perkins Park On November 9th
Sets of swings sit on the east corner next to the electrical wires the shoes dangle from.   A dingy yelloow slide shows signs of happy memories made
Once Upon A Time There was a piper. Not just any piper, But a piper with a magical flute. As he played his flute, Children would follow, But what happened one day
One thing I geek, that gives me eagerly a spark, Is when I get to peek, and view the scenery at the Park. There are flowers of all colors--some open, some buds. Plump fishes leaping out of the water, returning with a thud.
A walk in the park would be nice the trees blowing, swaying to the winds rhythm It's where the birds sing. Watching as all the humans speak. all the beautiful women flash in the latest and hottest fashion.
I feel the beat Rushing through my veins Shaking my bones. It pulses Living and strong. I feel myself open up A weight lifted off my chest Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
Late fall. So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air. But it was there and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park. Leaves covered the grass,
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