daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
January 4, 2011
#676 sitting on a swing
round and round and round i go
sometimes fast, but usually slow
life passing by under my toes
give me a mouth harp
and a sleepy campfire
you'll hear no complaints
and i'll never tire
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