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Mar 21
The merry-go-round
not so flamin' merry when
it never comes around,
it's like the gravy train
and you know what?
that never came.

I'm not fussed anymore
they can cuss all they like
I've been cussed before
ha
cussed is a quaint word.

I'm going on
and not the rollercoaster
or the Waltzer,
I am just going on.

and fairgrounds aren't really fair anymore
are they?
*** me,
a days pay for one ride
jeez
you'd think you were on the dark side.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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