Night blankets the
shimmering skies. Tents of red and gold
rise into the midnight air.
Spinning wheels of colored sugar, strung
up upon swirled cones.
Step right up, test your strength. Battle the odds,
conquer your fears.
Swallow fire, walk across the tightest rope.
Wonder the grounds to
discover the mysteries hidden in the wind.
Fortune tellers have no
crystal balls, only imagination for you to
hear what you need.
To get you coming back to the cards
and believing the answers
are just in your palms. But take a seat.
Sit back and relax.
Watch as the red nosed creatures contort
themselves into the simpliest
of dreams. Stumble over the trampolines
and shoot out of cannons.
Risk it all just for a simple spot inthe moonlight
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