Carousel
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Do you remember the time when the Carousel was first built?
What joy it brought to those who anticipated!
The gems which twinkled and flared,
The paint all smooth and bright.
'round she goes like a carousel/
she was nothing
(and nothing was her)
she was engulfed
(in an iron grip)
monday to sunday
twitching and waiting
(for something to snap)
So many strange things running in a carousel
With eerie music round and round,
As the monkey bears its wide-toothily grin
And blood drips from the jaws of the neighboring bear.
