Of an old red house
Is a small playground
The size of a mouse
Not old nor new
Still fun for the kids
But not for us
Who have to watch what they did
So she yells and screams
Until she gets her way
So we take a walk
To the old wood decay
At least it brings joy
A smile to her face
She could swing all day long
That is her place
By Abigail Kelly
Dedicated to Ava Clark
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