i cannot recommend
but say the playground
is six feet deep.
“Away” the pleasant stay
i have my rocking horse,
sunburned metal toy too
burns my feet: anyway,
my eyes are tears today.
There’s a noise across
the fine-lined trees,
me-think adults
arguing with death’s love!
i sway today in gray
fixed feet above
a pleasant blue-sky,…
Adults are dead children.
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