Internet Girl
A young girl sits on a plank of wood that splintered
Attached are two ropes, one on either side
The swing reaches ten miles high to heaven
Or so she says
An old strong tree secures the apparatus on the limb
Which sees to it that she goes up and through the ridge
Where clouds form white and live
She comes down with speed but never ends
Her parachute dress sees to that
Wind catches it, her breath and that's not all
If she falls she falls forever
Below the narrow canyon walls where the desert ends
Life begins again
When she goes up she smiles over the vast turquoise sea
Some parts are filled with deep green turtles
And with the golden sun on the horizon that smiles
They rise together from their depths
The smell of warm apricot pie fills her with delight
If she ever comes down again
Red marbles wait for her in the yellow leather bag
Next to the blue shoes she forgot to wear outside
If she goes even higher now
A tornado might catch her in its mouth
Or is it eye?
Young girls don't remember such trivial things
She can always Google it on the internet
Or simply forget and keep on swinging
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