The balloon goes up and the playmate is no more in the Playhouse.
They are already grown-ups.
The old fence is broken and a new parapet is there.
It's like a ballet,
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A cleverly written poem, but then tis you Nimal a fine poet indeed Love duncan X
The sweet pain of nostalgia. What would we poets be without it? Your sadness has worked wonders for you in this little poem. Very fine effort indeed, my friend! Sandra