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Jan 2014
Old dirt road.. With grass growing on it..
Leads to the carnival in the woods..
Hidden fun.. Under the trees..
No lines for the rides.. and you don't have to pay a fee..
It comes to life when I enter its grounds..
Hidden in my mind, my dreams of night, and memories of day..
Hidden for me only..
Or whom ever I may want to take with me..
It never leaves..
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
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