The swing swang
The ropes snapped
The seat sailed
And she flew.
Her heart sang
Her shirt flapped
Her coat tailed
Her hair blew.
The bells rang
The crowed clapped
Her mom wailed
And wept too.
Then crash– – bang
Into her lap
By air mail
Came Mari-Lou.
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