The Merry-Go-Round
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Spring is finally here; it's warm outside,
meaning the fair will be arriving soon.
In my youth, I'd watch them set up the rides
while the popcorn popper whistled a tune.
I loved to ride on the merry-go-round,
it was like riding a galloping horse.
Nothing else ever felt as good to me,
although I tried the other rides, of course.
There were gypsies to predict your future,
whose intentions you had to consider.
For they would sell their magical trinkets,
to the superstitious highest bidder.
I recall when I was a little boy,
how the first spring fair would bring me such joy.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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