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She was the prettiest girl on the playground swing She was eleven I was nine I knew that it was doomed from the beginning Stars in Heaven Misaligned Her pleated skirt-fly defying gravities I was buried by Her tall laugh singing Digging me deeper Years were bigger Steeper back then I wonder where she swings now High and silly-free Or down in the dirt Where I still play Two years behind
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Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC
Swing Time
She was the prettiest girl on the playground swing She was eleven I was nine I knew that it was doomed from the beginning Stars in Heaven Misaligned Her pleated skirt-fly defying gravities I was buried by Her tall laugh singing Digging me deeper Years were bigger Steeper back then I wonder where she swings now High and silly-free Or down in the dirt Where I still play Two years behind
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timothy-mooney
American
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC
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