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Child's play
Sitting on a tire swing
going with every push.
Timmy walked right in my way
and he just hit a bush.
He went flying, nothing to it,
his poor dog, he didn't do it
I am sorry, it was fun
"Watch out Timmy, here I come."
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Child`s play
Child`s play
