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Date Posted: 08:03:36 11/14/01 Wed
Author: Lori S. Maynard
Subject: The Carnival

On frigid, summer nights, what better else to do
Than visit the carnival and let the senses subdue
The joy suppressed within for many adult years.

Megaphone clasped tight in hand, the stranger calls
For all passerby to visit his wonders in the carnival.
�It�s OK, It�s OK� he starts, �Release your fears!�

You walk through, first thinking this man is a pervert.
You won�t give him the time of day. That does hurt
And his secretly sensitive heart thrives ever so sore.

As though on morphine, his smile then quickly returns
As he rolls his sleeves up to show you the horrible burns
He received when he was held a prisoner of war.

Standing in line now, you anxiously and nervously await
To ride the monster kept captive behind the metal gate.
Your ticket is giving you paper cuts on your trembling hands.

The ride slows down, the end is soon to be near
You hear the rattle of the greased, chain-like gears
As the ride, on the platform, gently lands.

A funny ride that�s a butcher to the skies themselves.
In its grasp, you feel as though you�re raking through Hell
And leaping up and twirling through the eternal flames.

The ride convulsing and sets you in a deep cycle spin.
Hair whirling wildly at the hell fire�s every whim
�Danger is what they want� is the ride�s very name.

My best learned philosophy is to not look beyond
The falling stars and shooting blue horizon
Because your stomach will reel and walk a fine line.

Your feet now safely upon the steady ground
You seek shelter, where shelter is to be found
And discovered keeping your food is tricky the second time.

A game agent calls you out from the bustling crowd.
You look at his game to see what�s being offered now
And with your near broke pockets, it�s the best that you could hope for.

Little metal arms swaying back and gently forth,
You see little trinkets that hold some minor worth
And on the edge of the drop off, lies coins of copper.

"Children, obey your parents in the Lord..." (Eph. 6:1)
A white-haired man in a tent does so scorn,
�Come and save your souls before you, to Satan, fall!�

Wow, what a crazy nights are soon to be had
When you venture out to the fairground land
And revisit the youthful word of the carnival!

�November 14, 2001 Lori S. Maynard

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jeeeeeeeezzz -- angel, 14:38:10 11/14/01 Wed