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The Fair |
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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The Fair The ferris wheel goes 'round and 'round Up high then back towards the ground And from this distance, not a sound As the ferris wheel goes 'round. Bright, flashing lights, turn silently 'Round and 'round, so silently And I can't hear the childrens' glee With them so far, away from me. O'er the tents, the top, I see Imagine, the calliope The painted horse that's under me The wind in face, as he runs free. I watch the old merry go round In the silence, not a sound Spinning close, above the ground I watch the merry lights glow, round. Those flashing lights, of the midway Seem to beckon, "Come and play." But, I think, "No, not today." As I slowly drive away. The rides and hawkers are no fun When, they're laughed at, by only one And this ride I thought, had just begun Is near the end, and, almost done. Del "Abe" Jones Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. copyright 1984 |
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