The colorful roller coaster
runs in circles and ups and downs,
its ear-splitting harsh clatter
the lovely soft music it drowns.
Life on earth marches on and on,
goes in no different patterns,
it rambles in blurring motion,
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goes in no different patterns, it rambles in blurring motion that's the way it does. great write, poet.