Monday, April 02, 2007

Rusty Swings

on rusty swings we play
Getting higher as we go
Flighing off
into the ether
Never ever wanting
To come back down
so Give me one last push
And I'll blast off
In a wave of smoke
Into the atmosphere
Where I promise
To never look down
And never to look back
What's done is owed
We've all gotten high
From flying on the swings

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