Candy floss
The sleeping dogs, they lie
Under the Ferris Wheel's swing
Children's painted faces smeared with sugar sweets
Still sweating from the night we all touched the stars
Plastic Horses circle 'round the wooden faces
Smiling at the sun they're shaded from
Screaming girls on tilt-a-whirls
Cling tightly to the prizes that the boys won for them
Circus midgets ridget under canopies of silky memories
They'd love to repeat
Wailing babies cling to breasts that won the best in 1965
When Gram was still alive

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