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Cotton Candy
Air whipped sugar; purple, blue, and pink.
The smell sweeping across the midway's sawdust,
I am lured to the stand by my senses; I buy a large.
Watching the vendor twirl the paper stick counter-clockwise;
Gathering the wisp of sugar into large ball of delight.
I smile as hat first fluffy bite evaporates in my mouth.
Purple lips and the grit of sugar residue in my mouth;
I gobble greedily this cloud from heaven above.
My fingers become sticky no matter how careful I am,
I feel instantly forty years younger, the memories intensify.
I remember the circus; the fairs; the ball games; the carnivals.
31Aug08
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