Go to a carnival.
win win win that goldfish
just so we can let it go.
meet a mime
make him break
we will all laugh until people come
buy cheap toys
play with them until our laughs turn to tears
then give them to a child to watch their tears turn to laughs
drive with no purpose
singing songs we wish to sing
stopping for what we wish
we won't stop for reason,
but only for smiles and imagination,
until it becomes nine in the afternoon,
that's your curfew.
that is the adventure i wanted
so far, yet so far.
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It sounds like a perfect day to me...
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