Low to the ground
Back and forth swinging
I slide my foot across the dirt
Flinging it to the sky
Where it falls lightly settling
Hypnotized I watch the skyline
Moving up and down
Dizzied I lean back
Just to feel more nausea
The Melancholy Spitfire
my voice through poetry
Good vision of swinging and then the nausea. That is often so true. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
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