Oh! Swim ring. Oh! Swim ring. What a wonderful thing you are. As a young girl with my swim wings and you, my dear swim ring, I was completely invincible. Unsinkable. I poodle-paddled my way around the pool in wonder and delight, or played catch-me-if-you-can with the waves on the beach.
Later, I used you in all my fantastical acrobatic feats. I could jump through you feet first, headfirst, bum first, snap you with one arm… or just wear you as a crown. Oh! Swim ring, you marvellous thing.
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