Friday’s Agenda

“And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring

And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said

Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head

Oh and the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead

When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed…”

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