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| I see the bright lights go round and round, | ||
| And the painted horses go up and down. | ||
| The mall is filled with people from town. | ||
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| Kids change to a smile from a frown | ||
| When they ride the golden merry-go-round. | ||
| Memories of my childhood are found, | ||
| When I listen is the music so loud. It stops. | ||
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| Reality finds me again, when my son’s | ||
| Feet land touching the ground, safe and sound. | ||
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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