Carousel

Some things don't change.................. the local Mid-Lent Fair.

 

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The seasons they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and down

We’re captive on the carousel of time.

We can’t return, we can only look behind

From where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game

 

Joni Mitchell

 

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