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The Carousel

  Round and round I go back where I started back on the horse back in the plastic cage past joys door.   All I see are shining lights bombarded by sounds I abhor.   Then-silence, the voices are muted the vibrations unfelt. The mouths move and smile the hair shakes and shines and I sit on the carousel with no movements of mine.

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