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Sliding FunClimbing up the hill, crazy carpet in hand, tripped over a rock, man oh man. I grabbed ahold of your hand, finished going up the hill, we both went down together, it was a thrill. Laughing and having fun, playtime, has just begun. Lying on my stomach, on my back you jumped, hang on tight little one, here comes a big bump. Big bump gone and so were you, you bounced right off my back, didn't hang on tight enough, did you? LOL I wrote this about my little 5 year old boy and myself. Copyright Cynthia Jones Feb.22/2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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