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The Wheelchair Boy
There sits a cliff
That goes on forever
And ever,
"The edge of the world"
Some say..
Planted along the edge
A tree grows tall
That daring tree
With arms outstretched
Over the edge.
The one day,
A rope sailed over a branch
And dropped down
A young boy in a wheelchair caught the end
"What are you doing?"
"I'm building a swing"
He replied,
You see, he wanted to fly
But could not stand and had no wings.
So he built a swing
So he could fly
Without ever even standing up.
That goes on forever
And ever,
"The edge of the world"
Some say..
Planted along the edge
A tree grows tall
That daring tree
With arms outstretched
Over the edge.
The one day,
A rope sailed over a branch
And dropped down
A young boy in a wheelchair caught the end
"What are you doing?"
"I'm building a swing"
He replied,
You see, he wanted to fly
But could not stand and had no wings.
So he built a swing
So he could fly
Without ever even standing up.
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