Wednesday, February 10, 2010

This piece was written on July 31 2009

Rockin back and forth
In a long forgotten place
Where lots of people met
And others came to race
Many had seats
Many had toys
Everyone surrounded
By tons of noise
I came here by choice
Though I must leave
I'll come here again
If just for the breeze

I am sitting here again
Though the place with a breeze
Become a city of sin
There are few who remember
Though many more forget
And the very lovely place
Becomes a place full of shit

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