The Merry-Go-Round
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Spring is fast approaching; it's warm outside,
meaning the carnival will arrive soon.
In my youth, I'd watch carnies set up 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:
having tried all the other rides, of course.
There were gypsies to predict your future,
whose intentions you had to consider.
For they'd peddle their magical trinkets,
to the superstitious highest bidder.
I recall when I was a little boy
how the carnival brought me so much joy.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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