The ParkA Poem by ChelseaThe park, where children play, where darkness attacks.The Park In the park When it’s dark The darkness creeps From where they all sleep Swirling Whirling A pot of trouble In the park When it’s not dark The children are busy Making me quite dizzy Happy Oh so sappy! A pot of joy © 2011 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on February 7, 2011 Last Updated on February 7, 2011 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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