In The Round

The circle makes the music;
In a cosmic carousel.
And whe're ridin' almost ruffshot;
Through the nearest thing to hell.

Dodgin' cars and scary go rounds,
As I saunter through the streets.
Past that shooting range near main,
On through assorted tricks or treats.

There's that Wire Walk of Wonder,
Where you could tumble either way.
And those other shoot up centres,
Where you might not last the day.

I've seen the ferris wheel falter,
And had the fairy floss decay.
Yet the carnival continues,
For the circle gets it's way.

Nice.

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