A poem, hmmm, hugging your newly won green stuffed Kermit to your pale blue tank top and playfully tonguing his black and white button eye. you take an idea and you wrap your mind around it, right? like they had twirled your pink cotton candy around the white spindle from which you now plucked sweet puffs of metaphor as the Ferris wheel stopped at the top. It’s a little piece of peace up here, still a quieter pop, crack, pop from the shooting gallery and an occasional whistle from Tom Thumb. we swung the metal love seat to the calliope of Lovin Spoonful and Kermit grinned when the humid August air thick with caramel and crackerjack whooshed your denim skirt further up your thigh, providing a whole new view of the carnival below which now needed only a title and a great ending.
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