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The carousel so pretty I thought to take a ride. The animals so shiny I look so good astride. The wind blew my hair I laughed with childish joy. A universal playground For every girl and boy. But pretty things can dull And toys can break apart. Not everything is wonderful That pulls up on our heart. Sometimes someone falls Right off their chosen seat. And sometimes someone Doesn’t quite land on their feet. The merry go round Keeps going around Even when the music Is a sad, pathetic sound. Children have a sense That a toy is always fine. They might see it when Fate crosses the line. Often nobody catches The rider when he falls. Nobody hears the cry When the rider might call. So, it’s all about fun, then And laughing out loud. Riding circles in the sun And waving to the crowd. But life can change quickly Or so slowly it is unseen. The joyful noises of life can Become something obscene. Careful on a merry go round Don’t turn your head and cough. It’s a moving proposition And you might fall off.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
COLLAPSING CALLIOPE
The carousel so pretty I thought to take a ride. The animals so shiny I look so good astride. The wind blew my hair I laughed with childish joy. A universal playground For every girl and boy. But pretty things can dull And toys can break apart. Not everything is wonderful That pulls up on our heart. Sometimes someone falls Right off their chosen seat. And sometimes someone Doesn’t quite land on their feet. The merry go round Keeps going around Even when the music Is a sad, pathetic sound. Children have a sense That a toy is always fine. They might see it when Fate crosses the line. Often nobody catches The rider when he falls. Nobody hears the cry When the rider might call. So, it’s all about fun, then And laughing out loud. Riding circles in the sun And waving to the crowd. But life can change quickly Or so slowly it is unseen. The joyful noises of life can Become something obscene. Careful on a merry go round Don’t turn your head and cough. It’s a moving proposition And you might fall off.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
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