Copyright 2011. Connor at Gratz Park - November '11
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*Yesterday a child came out to wander,
caught a dragonfly inside a jar.
Fearful when the sky is full of thunder,
and tearful at the falling of a star.
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons,
Skated over ten clear frozen streams.
Words like, "When your older," must appease him,
Words like, "When your older," must appease him,
and promises of someday make up his dreams.
And the seasons, they go round and round,
and the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captives on a carousel of time.
We're captives on a carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look
behind from where we came,
And go round and round and round
in the circle game.*
-- Joni Mitchell --
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