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The park

By day the park belongs to the children.
They have fun in the treehouse that they are building.
On the evening we give the drunks an hour or two,
Who are you?
Might you wonder,
Well we are the children, my friend in blunder.
After the drunks have had theire hour,
Finally we have a place that is ours!

We party and drink what the drunks left behind,
A bottle of whisky makes the trees go round.
Sarah have had to much of left overs,
And pases out, while no one is souber.
The park makes everyone very happy,
So come on everybody! Don't be sassy!
Come to our park, go and have fun!
But wait til the daily children is done.
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