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The Rusty Old Theme
There i sat on the bench of the old themepark,
as the creeks of the old rides filled the silence,
and the howling winds of fall flew by.
With all i could see being the rust on these once great rides,
this old abandoned themepark could no longer run,
the trash on the ground replaced the cotten candy that once littered the ground.
The gates stood still,
only swingong from time to time,
singing a lullaby from time to time
I thought of this park, what once was mighty an stood tall,
now layed on the ground with nothing to keep it company,
as i slowly walked away...

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This poem is based around myself sitting in a run down, rusty old theme park, thinking about what it once was.