My Abandoned Grade School With weeds on the ball field, no art hangs in windows, I stare at deserted childhood, gate locked. Red balls no longer bounce, frayed tether balls are still - our laughter's long gone with our song's last verse. I leave the chain link fence with no crossing guard there, I drive to where the ice cream shop still stands.

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