Remember when you were small playing in the park
not caring whether blazing sun or by the moon in the dark
running with soft grass beneath your feet
the only sound is your heart and its beat
sweat runs down your cheeks and onto your shirt
the only thing that this disturbs is the grime and the dirt
real boys in the park,a scruff and a tussle
hiding in the shrubs shhhh don't move a muscle
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