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down by the river
that some can't pronounce
old painted horses
get ready to dance
someone's nostalgia
preserved their wood hearts
so kids can come ride
if their iPad is dead
around and around
with benches between
up and down
at a pace quite serene
for those who can pause
leave the merry-go-around
laugh like the child
they left far behind
its garish paint pairs
with music of tin town
and none can quite say
what that is about
who's twirling who
around and around
a break from the spin
on an old painted horse
getting ready to dance