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This poem is about a child sitting on a swing and looking at all the things that s/he can see. It reminds me of my swing and how much fun I have flying in the air especially when my dad pushes me high.
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This poem is about a child sitting on a swing and looking at all the things that s/he can see. It reminds me of my swing and how much fun I have flying in the air especially when my dad pushes me high.