Ferris Wheel



I once wrote a rather depressing poem about a Ferris wheel. It went something like:

The abandoned ferris wheel

Now sits in the corner of a dusty field

Once, a thousand children would clutch their parents hands

As they went free wheeling through the air

That red Ferris wheel all lit up

Proudly showing off the joyous squealing of the young and the brave

New lovers creating more romance

And the married sitting in comfortable silence

That old Ferris Wheel

That trove of a countless hot summer night memories.

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