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Dreaming of carousel horses and the wind in my hair


An excited kid sitting atop a carousel horse
With the wind in my hair...
It was my steed
And we were racing bravely 
Through the wild fields
Of places far away

2 comments:

  1. Poetry... once again it's poetry.

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  2. What is it about carousel horses that is so enchanting? This is a gorgeous image and so full of magical possibilities!

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