www.whyville.net Oct 5, 2008 Weekly Issue



Morgan612
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I Swing

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It's my favorite time of year
As summer fades to fall
So carefree and beautiful
As the weather slowly changes

I'm barefoot
Headphones in ears
My hands are blistered
From holding onto the rope

I swing
My head is in the clouds
My feet in the treetops
I swing

I'm gone,
Invisible
Nobody knows
Where I am

I play the music of how I feel
As I swing into the sky
I'm alone without a care in the world
Just me, my iPod, and my swing

Until suddenly,
They realize I'm gone
They find me
And bring me back to earth

But until they find me
I swing.

 

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