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September 12 Jumpin'Through HoopsThe merry-go-round goes 'round and 'round
I run just like a weasel
Painted ponies don't really run
It's just an illusion
Why let this twister
Spin me 'round like a top?
Pretty carousel won't stop
Nor does the swirl of liqour in a cup
And the rides shed comical lights
against the canopy of night
like a July sparkler stabs the night
I shriek with fear and scream delight
And I cannot get off the damn ride
And I wonder why I stay here
And the carney is sweeping up
All the dregs of the day's fun
I walk home slowly
dead leaves, darkess around
Walking blinded home
Feeling empty and alone
Chances are I'll return to the merry-go-round
And carniville again
and again
Trinity Keller July 2006
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