Idyllic Centrifuge

              Only for tonight
              I love.....
              a thoughtless promise
              I will.....
              spewing off words
              I care.....
              with every turn
              I meant.....
              Always with a smile
              So busy.....
              Happiness of the moment
              a little crazy.....
              There is always tomorrow
              I forgot.....

              It's just a lark.
              Just a merry-go-round
              Just a game.
              Anyone can play.

              ©1997 Robert Ludden

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