I hate dark chocolate,
I eat around the hazelnut.
I wave for more mango juice,
I throw the cup at the failed bulldozer.
I wave for the baby elephant,
Scared to look her in the eye.
The day carnival left town,
Clouds right behind the barn, too close to be real.
Then the food stands are all packing,
Plastic cups on the ground,
Then the red hood collapsed to the ground,
All my friends are packing.
The day carnival left town,
Clouds right behind the barn, too close to be real.
You wouldn’t want to see,
What’s buried under the grit,
You wouldn’t want to stay in a room without TV,
All the moving becomes clear.
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