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Carousel,merry-go-round,
early childhood memory found,
smaller way back then,
innocent,
not at all a grown up or real man,
ice lolly's,candy and toys as pure gold
a child's thought that's not yet in young or old
Sun was my closest friend,
but now I come closer to dark,
closer to the end as I'm no longer a child,
no longer playful or running wild
as death lurks around future's corner,
with an hourglass as ugly threat or warner
So, please meet me when early days are over
and do not pick my laugh or last smile
as a four-leave clover as perhaps this life's almost ready
to rhyme with a decided word as 'over'.......
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