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The Park
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Childrens Poetry
Round,round the metal cup swirls.
Full of legs and arms at ease.
How many children to fit in the whirl?
Oh my! is it becoming a squeeze?
Swaying high and low moves the swings.
"Shall I do a twirl"?
"I bet you can't" - thats what I'm saying.
On completion of a twirl - Oh my! is my stomach in a curl!
See saw, so high; so suddenly low.
Sometimes with quite a bump!
Painted red and blue, cheerfull it is now.
And spring into the air and jump!
What climbing skills are necessitated?
But what a surprise to slide down!
Whoosh! we go; barley stopping, sometimes assisted.
"What a good go; on the climb and slide down.
