Walking past the playground, I see three girls arm in arm
promenade, with noses raised, in the cage where football's played.
A horoscope of boys pull shapes of the stars they seek to ape,
without technique or style, around the pinging ball they pile.
And seeing this as I pass, provokes a spiteful thought. Alas
how sad would it be, if fate would teach those girls three a lesson.
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