1/
Dont let this chance pass by.
In duration
As long sat, spins for it
Boils may bring on!
Out to world's spectacle
A real fairground's
To gaze, if in a blur.
Grin, if confounds.
2/
As subjects of its carousel's
Bright-spun imaging
Have most, what dizzily sick makes
For life felt them in.
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