Wind took me, many places
Under the swing
I kissed a pair of tiny shoes.
Over the speeding tricycles
I stood over a pink hair bow.
The giggles left for the day
With a spoil sport, ill mannered bell.
I was now alone
Nearly desolate,
In the sinfully silent play area
Ignored by a misplaced sipper
I, a golden candy wrapper.
The lady to sweep,
Arrives tomorrow morning
I cannot sleep
To where will I escape in hiding?
The broom’s coarse pitch,like the headmistress
Trying to clean the play area, landing me in distress.
Will I be on my last journey to become ashes
Or will some tender fingers find me, pick me up
Craft me into a butterfly, to safely stash.
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