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About This Poem
Under the Bridge
We would sneak away from Granny
And swim in the deep hole
Under the bridge.
It was a thrill
When cars bumped across
And bits of dirt and gravel would fall
On our heads.
We would shriek
The sky is falling, and giggle
Knowing it would not.
Soon, we would hear, "Children!
We were caught!
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