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I swing from the monkey bars, From arm to arm, from mind to heart; Touch base and then let go, Lose grip and then regain my hold. Fall down, scrape my knee, I’m alive because I bleed, Swinging high scarily, for I’ll go flying as soon as I let go. Secrets in the sand, Things that should be covered, and Castles blow away, I can make nothing that stays. Sometimes on the seesaw You can’t get off the ground, But be careful before you start Throwing your weight around. Sometimes you have a friend, Sometimes you play alone, And the older you are the harder it is To find your way back home
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Life on the Playground
I swing from the monkey bars, From arm to arm, from mind to heart; Touch base and then let go, Lose grip and then regain my hold. Fall down, scrape my knee, I’m alive because I bleed, Swinging high scarily, for I’ll go flying as soon as I let go. Secrets in the sand, Things that should be covered, and Castles blow away, I can make nothing that stays. Sometimes on the seesaw You can’t get off the ground, But be careful before you start Throwing your weight around. Sometimes you have a friend, Sometimes you play alone, And the older you are the harder it is To find your way back home
batya-brown
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
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