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Girl on a Swing
Daddy rocks, Matilda swings
It’s one of those instinctive things
Swooping low, swinging high
A moment weightless in the sky
No human child can fail to love
The G below, the float above
But when the pendulum is still
How then do we recall the thrill?
I made this drawing just to try
And catch those feelings on the fly.
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