The Fair By Rick Marriner |
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The air, it seems, tastes of cotton candy, the night’s quiet is filled with bells and buzzers and children’s laughter. A local live band accompanies the hot-dog vendor outside the craft tent and beside the roller coaster entrance right next to the baseball toss booth an comedic magician from New York turns parlor tricks. My feet are comfortable strolling on the hay, that is laid down so we don’t trample the grass to death. |
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Author's Note |
This is a poem a fictional character of mine wrote and gave me one evening… |
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