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Feb 2
Mighty swing tree
that carried me
through summer days of yore

To-and-fro,
each pump I fly
higher than before

So strong, you stand,
with single hand,
you hold me safe and true

With me here now
in rocking chair,  
from wood where you once grew
This is a rewrite of an earlier poem
Michael Murphy
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Michael Murphy  United States
(United States)   
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