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By jonathan boyle •

Not far from joyous playgrounds Silence broken by pendulums chime The master turns his empty page Gone are memories now of tag and Chase and ball Deaf to the calling of innocence Chained to stately chore He turns his masters page. No wind blows the kindness that guides him to surrender all Returns to the playground And shares with joy not unlike before.

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January 30, 2012 19:37Sarah

I really like this.