Ah
Mo1 sits on the swing
Pushing
by itself to go higher
Shouting
out loud to the air
“Who
can touch me?”
The
shadow swings
On
the ground to the air
The
yelling of loud satisfaction
“Nobody
can touch me!”
The
squeaking swing
It
takes Ah Mo1 higher
The
feet never touch the ground
Air-borne
feeling so great
But
the ants bite
There
is the loud yelling
The
screaming reaches to the ground
The
painful crying on the swing
The
barking dogs run out
“Where
is the enemy?”
“You
fools! It's the ants!”
“Then
we can't help you”
Ah
Mo1 falls down
Tumbling
to the ground
The
ants swarmed around
The
giant cries feeling the heat
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