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2006 - July

25  Jul

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24  Jul

Flying Monkeys

I’m sitting in the passenger seat beside you.
No definite plan, just out to do something simple, like eat.
I smile as I stare out the window listening to you.

Out of the darkness, a Ferris wheel appears.
My eyes light up. I love to look at them.
Heights make me a bit afraid.
It is for this very reason I like to go up high.
So we walk around all the brightly lit,
garish booths and rides..

Walking past odd freak shows and
barkers that remind me of drug pushers.
The environment seems
right out of my dreams..

All it needs is a little Mr. Bungle
and some flying monkeys

~Freya Moon

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