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Aug 2015
Spinning eye,
Around go I,
On this endless Ferris wheel,
The merry go round,
Has come to town,
To twinkle merrily,
The myriad lights,
All blurred with sound,
As I twirl round and round,
Then with a wistful twist,
It turns to mist,
And all goes tumbling down.
Written by
Rowan Darcy
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