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A FIFTIES FROLIC ++++++++++++++++ Walking through the park and by a playground,
I quickly looked around--
No one there.
So now I had a merry fling:
went up in a swing!
whizzing floor to sky, sky to floor,
to sky, to floor.
Then briskly running wanted more:
jumped on a giddy roundabout,
whirled
jumped off dizzy with a shout.
Descended next a polished slide,
(if any observed me, I would have hid).
Nearly scrambled up a tree--
nearly? Well-- I'm over fifty. . .
er-- too old for that you see.
Nonetheless, I walked home laughingly,
and thought an angel smiled at me.
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~ Stanley ~ © All Rights Reserved
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