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It was just a little swing wasn't it ? That my grandfather built But oh, the joy to sit in it To a girl of age six , The swing was a rocket ship There was no mood it couldn't fix! With every swing forward, My hearts would soar Eyes , wide and bright Trying to see the far reaches of the sky. It was just a little swing wasn't it ? That my grandfather built But oh, the joy to sit in it
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Just a swing
It was just a little swing wasn't it ? That my grandfather built But oh, the joy to sit in it To a girl of age six , The swing was a rocket ship There was no mood it couldn't fix! With every swing forward, My hearts would soar Eyes , wide and bright Trying to see the far reaches of the sky. It was just a little swing wasn't it ? That my grandfather built But oh, the joy to sit in it
The small things in life that gave us joy! A cool breeze , a bright sun and that swing Those were the best summer days I think
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
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