One of make do playfulness
This world, turned into.
With no less a priviledged face
Pleasured, the days through.
Mud hill, for slippery slide.
Mud track, paved bike ride.
Nearer home, and ever claimed
Heart-wise, as its hub.
One un-rattled neighbourhood's
Tree-flanked street, gentlest;
For big sportsground, cheered about.
No friendly contest!
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