Up I go,
smiling and squealing,
as my legs kick out
to push me higher and higher.
But then, it happens.
Whether it was a distraction
or just a simple misstep,
it messes with my equilibrium.
My rhythm now un e v e n.
And I begin to fall from the sky,
now wishing I'd never done
what I've done.
Because now,
I look like a fool
on my swings.
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