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Saturday, June 24, 2017

The Swing

I’m here just sitting on the swing
My feet are sore and tired
I thought this walk would help me be
Mind clear and heart inspired

Just now I’m swaying on the swing
A gentle forward…back
To let my feet lift off the ground
Such courage, now, I lack

But soon I’m swinging on the swing
My hands are gripping tight
I climb so high and dive so low
Old greying bird in a flight

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