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I was a little girl
Unaware of the dark
When I saw a man play
In our local park
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He made himself a swing
From the branch of a tree
Side to side he swung
I was the first to see
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But the closer I got
The sadder he seemed
His eyes were closed
As if they dreamed
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And only up close
Did I see what's wrong
His swing wasn't right
It stopped his song
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Around his blue neck
The thick rope went
I don't think that's
What the old man meant
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Before closer inspection
A sudden yell was heard
Then followed a second
And finally a third
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Mum, Dad and sis
They all followed me
With great sorry they said
It's not a swing in the tree
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The police eventually came
They took the man away
I wondered if he was fine
Or if he'd rather stay
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Later that evening
Mum sat down to talk
She explained to me
That in life, you walk
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You walk a long road
Until your path ends
The man stopped walking
Because he had no friends
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And until my last moments
I'd still think of the lonely man
I wondered if I could join him
Now I know that I can
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Put it on my Tombstone
Poetry"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not...
