Dorky kid sits
on the swing set -
By his lonesome.
Thoughts of tales past
Appear and sink
And rise again.
It is soon late;
The ground turns frost,
Most are cozy in bed.
He is colder,
His heart is too -
No one to go to.
on the swing set -
By his lonesome.
Thoughts of tales past
Appear and sink
And rise again.
It is soon late;
The ground turns frost,
Most are cozy in bed.
He is colder,
His heart is too -
No one to go to.
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