Photo: provided by Patricia’s Place
My heart lifts as the sounds of childhood waft the air,
I look for children, but none are there
only adults blankly staring, going round and round,
they were here every yesterday
their lives stuck in a merry-go-round way.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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memoir that matters
Inspiring Others By Example
Learnings, Triumphs, Transformation.
Writer of Historical Fiction & Romance
It All Starts Inside.
~ daily life journey ~
Live for Art...Share Art..🥰
Helping Couples Make Budgeting Easy
The secrets to better sex and relationships
Intentional Influence
Unique Products And Gardening Information
Vivid
Help us change the world as we help you change yours
NGNIC
The roots of Irises contain their fragrance...
Some days it sure feels that way!
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Yes it sure does.
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It would be a dream to ride a carousel again. Loved them and the beautifully painted horses
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I loved them, the whole atmosphere.
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💙
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Love how this poem goes nowhere I expected.
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Lol, yes indeed Pat.
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I hope you can grab the gold ring.
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🙂
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ouch most do that and doubt they’d even get the point of your poem …
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True, and that’s sad, I see so many in that situation, anaesthetised to their creativity and possibility.
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😦
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Life has a way of beating people down … but only if they let it!
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Exactly, only if they let it. Thanks Jill.
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Wonderful childhood memories. Michael
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Yes, very, thank you 🙂
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:-))
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A sadness evoked by this poem
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So many never attend
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