The Swing of Things
By Walter Burns
I need this... The swing of things Always occupado on the playground’s dull staccato the recess bell just won’t yell no kinder words were spoken to end this hell of reveries never to be broken I need a ride On its seat The faster Speeds away The further I go the lesser I know the central point of beginning of end is hazy is crazy I guess I’m lazy to say I need to sit on the swing of things And ride Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 03:25 PM PST 0 • 10
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