Circus Mom and Dad
They met each other in the circus, their son told me.
I was watching them balance each other on one lone knee.
They were fascinating, I had never seen
Anything as delightful, joyful, or completely keen.
His mother hung by the rafters and gave me a nod.
His father was playing an accordion, they were neither one a fraud.
I loved eating dinner at their table, watching their performing ways.
Frankly, I could have moved in and stayed for days.
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