I sit on a swing
I close my eyes
My mind sores out
I can hear the rushing sound of the leaves
As the wind disturbs it's stillness
The throbbing thump rings in my ear
From the near by basketball players
Kids run around laughing and playing
Enjoying themselves
Moms push there little ones on the swings
The little one's smiles are big and joyful
The creaking of the swings reach my ears
The sun shines brightly
Warming the land below
It's a fun and peaceful world
Where am I?
The park
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