A tee-pee leans haphazardly
In the middle of scraggly grass
Covered in faded material
Like a hung-over rainbow
Scraps lie limp and forlorn tied to the branches
Guinea-pigs squeal from a giant tractor tyre
Chasing each other at the noise of footsteps and voices
Holes everywhere dug by a bored dog
A rusted saw and heavy crowbar
And a giant net to scramble up hangs from a collapsing tree
Who says you need to play with dolls?
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