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Trying to Sneak Away for a Bit of Fun
Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town
Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown?
We could not wait for our parents to slumber
Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber
Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could
The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood
Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done
They were soon there also, spoiling our fun
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Caren Krutsinger
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