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How wonderful was the experience Just as innocent and young as a child When the excitement built up to the surface As we waited for our turn in line How long it took for each child Impatiently fidgeting eyes darting aroud the playground Watching the other children frolic So carelessly Listening to the shrieks And cries from skinned knees And "He pushed me, she pushed me" Teachers scolding Their whistles blowing But still you wait your turn Seeing the faces on each child brighten As they glide with the wind to the very end Taking a back to the line for another round Climbing up the ladder with great satisfaction Finally ready for your go You embrace it A push from your bottom and down you go.
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