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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.29.17.46.3112]] |
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Merry it is The spinning, whirling feeling not of love, but of searching to find it The music is magical the pinging, binging, of melodious bells carousel chimes with blinking lights brilliant colors lite the night fantasy romance ride Some like to sit in gondola seats never reaching for the brass chance of love oblivious to the need for action not feeling any amorous attraction some mount stationary steeds content to go aimlessly around in the center of love's carousel far from the brass rings spell Some obsessed with love's search quest who stand and hang on outer pole waiting for the ring to show who grab at the silver rings or anything never enjoying the ride Only the brass one wins the prize the chance of romantic paradise where dreams come true I ride the painted ponies that prance and dance round and round, up and down The thrill and chill of the whirlwind breeze my weakened knees butt in the saddle feet in the stirrups ready to leap at any moment to reach and grasp the metal hasp that holds the precious ring fear of falling fingers cut and bruised yet still refused to give up round and round you go once you have the brass, at last you can get off the ride some would throw the ring away deciding they would rather stay upon love's carousel search ~ |