Dedicated to my new friend D-Cristen116 for suggesting the idea of this poem.

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In the lorn yard of life

A rusty swing remains

Creaks echo in my soul

Yearning for the rain

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Seesaw, teeter- totter

Toss me in the air

Ruffle up my hair

Carry me like a breeze

Down memory lane

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Homesick for the child

I once used to be

Young and carefree

Memories fluctuate

Dangling from the tree

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Seesaw, teeter-totter

Toss me in the air

Rid me of despair

O rusty old swing

Take me back again

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Old rusty things may seem ugly and dirty, but they're always a vessel full of good memories.

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