My life is on the playground,
my heart on the teeter-totter.
Just waiting for half of me,
to take the jump...
Where I know with a miserable instant,
what will happen.
With wide eyes the wind blows
through my hair,
and with one last fatal
moment I'll hit the ground.
My teeth knock together
and my head flies back.
I jump up off the ground
and knowing I'm alright,
I go on to play.
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