A Childhood Tale
We children liked to play
up in an old abandoned park.
The old bridge tilted, and
groaned with a loud creak
over the cold, creek water
as it babbled over rocks.
One winter, I slid on the
icy bridge, but before I fell in,
the older neighbor girl
caught me and set me upright.
She saved my tail, so I
had a tale to tell, but I didn’t.
When we got into scrapes,
we kept them to ourselves.
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