I am deleting stickies and I don't want to delete other poeple's work. So this is Angeldreamz123's poem on prompt 11
Two empty toddler swings
running,
i jumped
into
the swing.
My friend
followed
in
pursuit.
We laugh.
We swing.
We are
confroted
by
a toddler.
We
acwardly
get off.
Our antics
have made
us
feel like
toddlers.
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