Friday, 25 March 2016

Voices in the Park

When going to the park he was dismal, and now he was joyful like a jolly Father Christmas. What had been an old and dirty city, was now a clean and modern city. There stood an old lamp post near the lonely street that had become a bright and cheerful lamp post next to the joyful dancing people. Where once the portraits had been abandoned in the dirty road there were now dancing people.

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