Give me a park
Where pigeons don't fight
And squirrels are polite
Where the grass is bright green
And benches are clean
With a working water fountain
And a hill, not a mountain
With paths to walk
And smiles that talk
With balls flying high
And kites in the sky
Where the world rejoices
And I have so many choices.

07/08/2005

Posted on 07/08/2005
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