On a quiet, warm, afternoon
There is nothing I like more
Than to sit upon a swing
With birds and bees galore.
A day when a gentle breeze
Is wafting in the air
Any worries I have are gone
I don't have a single care.
Back and forth a tiny squeak
Against the branches above
Oh yes, my dears, have no fear
I will share my swing with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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lovely and sweet poem.
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