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Oct 2014
The ecstasy of such a simple childhood thing
Swinging on the playground
You don't realize how joyful it makes you feel
Till you do it once more
And feel leg stretching familiarity
Wind racing past
Scenes blurred
Edges of lips curving towards a blue sky
The freedom of flying for just a little while...
Elizabeth P
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Elizabeth P  Texas
(Texas)   
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