By haight_n_ashbury
Submitted by haight_n_ashbury
Date: 2002 Jan 09
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Playgrounds...

All the letters slide and fall, hiding in your smile lines  
they always play in the grounds between your words,
And they're lead off by the Piper of the Unsure,
into that immeasurable land signed "Regret",
Where everything that has already failed is reconstructed perfectly by the energy of imagination...
  ... it is here that the Piper stops his tune and curls his skeletel fingers around the melody,
...here is the Reaper of Promising Events.