Sunday, 27 June 2010

OneHundred And TwentyEight





I wouldn't ever give up the way that they say.
I wouldn't walk so far only to fall over.
This was the first day I started to feel sick.
I remember it so clearly, in the park when I fell.

And the swing kept swaying and moving
And moving
And moving
And Moving.

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