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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swing Free</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The ground moving, the sky shaking. <br>The infinite thrill as I go higher and higher. Holding on for dear life, hoping that I don't let go. Laughing with excitement, never wanting this moment to end. Then someone calls that it's time to go and I realise that I must stop. The chains jingle, the ground crunches beneath my feet. 'Can I have just one more go mummy? ' I asked in my cheeky little voice. 'No darling it's time to go' came the reply as she took hold of my hand and took me home.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These days I go alone, no longer the little child I used to be. I sit on the same swing set and dream of being a kid again. I push off with my feet but no matter how high I go it doesn't have the same feeling it did when I was small. The ground matted down by all the years, the chains rusted with time and it's apparent that I'm definitely not a kid anymore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rachel+Branscombe">Rachel Branscombe</a></strong></div>

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