Play, play, play
Little cub on enamoured blades of grass
Play, play, play
Under silent trees with trunks so crass
Play, play, play
Young kitten on the threshold of feline grace
Play, play, play
In gardens overlooking a fading craze
Play, play, play
Murderer lost in dreams of a final escape
Play, play, play
In gas-filled rooms which no shocking carpets drape
Small boy running round neon-coloured squares
He doesn't want to Play, play, play
Pretty girl preying on exposed malices left unawares
She doesn't want to Play, play, play
No they won't play
No they won't play
Play, play, play
They're too old
Oh but they're so young still
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360 points, ended October 25, 2007, 14 entries
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Hmm... not sure what to make of this. It's good but i'm not sure what kinda song. It's still good though. Keep up the penning.
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