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The playground is getting dark It’s almost time to go Finally I smile and lean my head back And then I go and swing some more My neck strains as I'm Swinging to and fro Isn’t this playground lovely? I laugh and swing myself some more. I tighten the rope a little more There’s still a little way to go. But better safe than happy So off the shaky seat I go Swinging to and fro. I dangle from my rope There’s nothing left at all There’s a smile on my face As you watch me Swinging to and fro.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
Swinging
The playground is getting dark It’s almost time to go Finally I smile and lean my head back And then I go and swing some more My neck strains as I'm Swinging to and fro Isn’t this playground lovely? I laugh and swing myself some more. I tighten the rope a little more There’s still a little way to go. But better safe than happy So off the shaky seat I go Swinging to and fro. I dangle from my rope There’s nothing left at all There’s a smile on my face As you watch me Swinging to and fro.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
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