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Tennis Lines
Faded and forlorn
Forgotten, worn away
The paint lies on the tarmac
Waiting for the day
When scores of little children
Come here once again
Clamouring and shouting
Ready for a game
But the paint is slowly slipping
We’re forgetting that it’s there
But it remembers games of tennis
Played when days were fair.
Forgotten, worn away
The paint lies on the tarmac
Waiting for the day
When scores of little children
Come here once again
Clamouring and shouting
Ready for a game
But the paint is slowly slipping
We’re forgetting that it’s there
But it remembers games of tennis
Played when days were fair.
Published 23rd Feb 2010
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