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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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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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