The Swing

The Swing

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The sweet,rustic smell of rain fills my nose

my head, my brain.

Hear my pain,my pain o little one.

 For i'm crying in the rain.

 my heart is sad and broken

 remebering the swing.

 you and i to gather

 playing inthe rain.

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A good write...:).....................

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Sad, but wonderfully described and penned.

Posted 12 Years Ago


good one see mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Aww, this is sad, but very good!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pretty (:

Posted 13 Years Ago


AWWWW that is sooo sweet!!!!!! makes my heart melt

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Aww. ^^ So cute, and sad, hehe. I LOVE this poem. it's amazing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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well, what do u think??

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 4, 2011
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MY MOTHER IS A PSYCHOPATH (AND A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE TOO) AH HA HA HA HA. S**T more..

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