Carousel

	Round and round the horses flew....

		Laquered poles all turning blue.

	Music blaring in the ears...

		Brings to fore seascaped tears...

	Lest they all spin out and fall

		Breaking heads like china dolls

	Grab the ring and hold it fast...

		'Till the ride is done at last!
  

				17 March '97

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