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Fly like a Bird land like a Stone

The magic roundabout

rides pound a time

ghost of cousin Sally

gives me a smile

whispers in my ear

Please hang on tight

I fell off here

landed with broken neck

buried inside local cemetery

that one over there

not far to go

for a fairground flyer

to name on stone.

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I never went on the ghost ride ever again - - -

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Nigel Astell

Wed 6th Sep 2017 12:44

Thanks Graham and Colin

I loved the dodgems too but no battle scars for me!

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Tue 5th Sep 2017 10:08

I like the tag as much as the poem Nigel. I remember getting a split lip on the dodgems with my dad as a young kid not properly strapped in. I was always wary after that.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 4th Sep 2017 18:58

Chillingly brief but effective Nigel

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