Do you remember
As a child
Sitting on a swing
Swaying
To and fro
And to again.
There was a rhythm
Similar to a pulse
Perhaps.
A soothing cadence
Was given to life.
There’s a luxury in that.
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Do you remember
As a child
Sitting on a swing
Swaying
To and fro
And to again.
There was a rhythm
Similar to a pulse
Perhaps.
A soothing cadence
Was given to life.
There’s a luxury in that.
©