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I rode the merry-go-round again and again. Children came and children went and around and around we’d go. But slowly the number of kids dwindled until their were none and I was no longer young. I sat on a wooden horse and closed my eyes and remembered the movement, the music, the laughter and I couldn’t help from smiling.


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  1. July 28, 2017

    This helped me relive the ancient memories of seeing a Merry Go Round for the first or second time and the wonder it isnspired in my little soul at the time…~T

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