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A feast for your eyes and music to your ears

The carousel from a by gone era

Children and parents eager to ride

Hypnotised by, the horses that glide

Saddles of leather

mane’s of real hair

Hand carved and painted

So colourful and bright

A Victorian gem, a beautiful sight

Listen to the music of the merry go round

Cheerfully creepy quiet eerie a sound

A voice is heard calling to hold on tight

Then a jolt as the operator releases the brake

Their off

Slowly at first

Then gaining momentum with every turn

Soon racing forward and up and down

Hands gripping tightly on twisted brass poles

Laughter and smiles from the fare paying public

As they ride the horses of the old Carousel

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