poem of the day
Wednesday, August 9, 2023
poem of the day August 9
The tree
had a swing
that swung
up and down
in the wind
for as long
as anyone could remember
Over many years
The metal rings
had grown into
the swinging branch
in such a way
the swing and tree
now swung as one
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