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The Hammock

Rating: 3.5

Snared within its spidery web,
Back and forth we gently sway,
Your little head upon my arm
Oblivious of the passing day,
Resting in the hammock's fold
Because you're young... and I, too old.

If old were suddenly young again!
If time could only swing like this!
Rejuvenated, reversing course...

But all would end in chaos, not bliss.
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