We play we giggle
and we make a conversation.
Remember this is our playground.
Forever summer.
But the rule is:
We spent our youth here.
We nap we cry
and we make a confession.
Remember this is our secrete garden.
Forever green.
But the rule is:
We nurture our rose here.
19 February 2007
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