CIRCUS
Carousel horses and men made of tin.
A braided hair girl with a lopsided grin.
The shape of a rabbit shadows a wall.
A thin man on stilts that is going to fall.
Music abounding, magic too spare.
A gilded butterfly too wear in my hair.
A heart shaped mouth on little red cat.
A beautiful wink from a man in a hat.
"Come one, Come All" is what he says.
Then kisses my cheek and the music it plays
He is ringmaster, This is his place.
All this he gives for a smiling face.
He'll gives me a candle to hold in the night.
"Thank you!" I say and he fades from my sight
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