Saturday, March 12, 2011

A poem

The merry go round is only controlled by the push of a button. It can go round and round experiencing the same sights over and over again. The enchanted horse of yester year goes up and down. But it is just a button. There is a choice. The button doesn't have to be a choice, it doesn't have to be pushed.


~lorien

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