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"dashy" poems
The slow click hoisting you up high, the spinning sea of colors, red, and yellow, and blue. Never too old, for wonders to unfold. Back down on the ground, A man balanced on a wheel, hobbles back and forth – Like all, he wishes not to fall. Stitched and stuffed, child pacifiers meet the eye, dashy games, for flashy prizes Step right up, win em’ all they beckon, and they call – All rejoicing at the sound of the calliope, And the blaring bright spectacle for all to see. Aromas from greasy concessions, confections filling the air, screaming Follow if you dare. Or if you’d rather, take the path with the changing lights, winding road of twists and turns, Into a room where reflections are Not your friend – and enemies, You’ll come to face – once yours meets hard glass case Slowly but surely, you will escape, like a magician disappearing beyond his cape, Seeing was once believing, now suddenly, the eyes are only deceiving.
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
All That is Fair