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death swing

February 3, 2011
By Anonymous

for Lauren

The walk to the rope swing
was short and nothing bad
crossed my mind.


until it happened...
As I sat there,

watching


her


fall.
plummeting down,
twenty feet,
two back flips,
and a hard landing right in
the rocks and dirt.
she laid there stiff, with the sound
of pain and squeals.
and when she rolled over is when
I realized the truth...

She was laughing.

The author's comments:
this poem is about me and my best friend when we went to her cabin and she fell off the rope swing. hope you like it. :)

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