The Merry/Go-Round
The horses
forever
gallop,
never
slowing
down.
Shards keep
falling
by the
way-side,
pieces
always lie
in want.
I'm tired
of riding
this pony,
stop this
merry-go-
round.
Let me off.
poem by Heather Burns
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