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MARI-LOU'S RIDE

The swing swang

The ropes snapped

The seat sailed

And she flew.

Her heart sang

Her shirt flapped

Her coat tailed

Her hair blew.

The bells rang

The crowd clapped

Her mom wailed

And wept too.

Then crash--bang

Into her lap

By air mail

Came Mari-Lou.

-Shel Silverstein