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Category :Poems
Author :Mary Carolyn Davies
Date :October 2011
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A Playground
All the day, from dawn till dark,Nations play within this park.
East and West are in that swing,
Feet that crowd, and hands that cling.
Europe leans to catch a ball.
In the shadow of that wall,
Asia sings and hugs a doll.
All the day, from dawn till dark,
Nations play within this park.
(The end)
Mary Carolyn Davies's poem: Playground
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