Revolving clamps of rotating machinery,
The bluest sky and the comforting verdure,
In regular patters with the dampening crimson!
Look on the face, as melancholic as death,
Malevolent repercussion, overstayed the allure,
Amidst candy floss and tarot cards,
The piteous cry of a lovable man-child!
Strewn across the path the sabbath revelry,
Damp confetti and discarded tinsel,
Caked around the grass the ubiquitous vomit,
My day at the fair forgotten in a trice!
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