Now I see you
Now I don't
Your peek-a-boo
Hides my seek
Round and round we go
Rings around the rosie
Ashes to ashes
Just I fell down
Over the river
Through the woods
Red rover red rover
No four leaf clover
Teetering or Tottering
Monkey bars and knotted ropes
Swinging on my heart strings
Creaks like rusty chains
Sun scorched slides
Splintery wood
More than just grass
Stains this spot
Sticks and stones
With broken bones
Your rubber made me glue
Game called due to rain
Welcome Visitor Number
Tuesday, April 15
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nice
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