05 November 2005

funfair tale

We tap our feet to the song in our head,
The rhythm of bloodflow in our veins.
Our merry-go-round horse is leaping ahead,
We fade into fiction, loosed his reins.

We dance away to the sound of a drum,
Heed its call into Neverland,
Clap to see if Tinkerbell will come
To a pirate party on white sand.

We waltz away to the sound of laughter
In search of rainbows leading to Oz,
Crash in shamrock, gold pots and everything after
And hug a leprechaun just because.

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