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Resting in the Sun

The merry-go-round advances,
Ever faster each day.
As the sand beetle dances,
And the grasshoppers play.

Securing the brass ring,
Becomes much more arduous.
As time is the thing,
We all think continuous.

"Around and round it goes,
Whirling like a dreidle.
And what do we have to show,
So far from the cradle?"

When the hour glass is empty,
All adventure is then done.
Then just like Humpty,
We are resting in the sun.

by Fred Guymon, July, 1997
With some borrowed words from Don McClean

Fred W. Guymon
2519 Williams Grant
Sugar Land, TX 77479

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