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The carnivals that used to travel to county fairs 35 years ago were different from the ones you see today. A howl from Coyote's youth.





 The County Fair


Where we paid 50 cents to see
The World's Biggest steer
and the carnies sang their songs
and ran their cons and you 
smelled of cotton-candy and
popcorn and we looked through the 
window at the midget couple in their
tiny world and you laughed
and the music from the carousel
competed with the pitchman's pleas
and later , in the back seat, you cried
so  I took you home and then Mike 
got beer and we went  to the tent 
stripper and snuck in and watched 
the black woman smoke a cigarette
in her cunt and were caught 
and thrown out for too young
and I thought of you all night 
and  was in love with life
that year at the county fair.


					

©William Davis3/6/99



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