Swinging

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Do you remember when you were just a little kid,
Loving to go on the swings.
You would fly high in the sky,
Just going by and by.
Trusting with all your heart,
The person making you fly.
Then someone new would come,
And you would just want to jump.
They would start to push you,
And you would tense all up.
It would feel the same,
But you would just want to go insane.
Then something happened that was strange,
Something that you couldn't explain.
You would start to trust them,
Like they were your best friend.
And you would go bact to flying in the sky,
Just going by an by.





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