swing typhoid thinking about what is frozen and where and what memories still exist down there. or if it's all forgotten. 000623 ... pickletree There is a swing with rusty chains looking through my window 010427 ... nix0r a few days past i laid on a swing. i read poetry. the warm breeze of summer, and the cool shade of spring, and the softness and the sway lulled me to sleep. 010427 ... girl_jane Always a fun thing to do. As I get older, though, my stomach gets weaker and weaker... 020929 ... .-. a little more... 020929 ... sisyphus i used to know a girl in black who would swing with me day and night and even in fluorescent hallways we grew viciously apart and now i dance with a girl in white and the odd boy in gray 051222 what's it to you? who go blather from