18 June 2012

My garden used to be an overgrown jungle for me to explore.

Now it's just a mess that I deplore.

The trees that encapsulated my garden were my climbing frame.

Now when I look upon the disarray I am just filled with shame.

The grass was like a savanna; it was as tall as my head.

Now it's such an eyesore it fills me with dread.

Imagination created my own personal palace.

Now all I see is a monstrosity that makes me feel callous.

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