Traveling Fair

At twelve, she’s off to see the traveling fair,
With three friends and a little bit of cash.
Just hours by themselves, no parents there,
They ride, and laugh, and parcel out their stash,

And enjoy being friends, and being girls.
It’s simple, really, but incredible
When you first get to choose, to really choose,
And while some food was — well, regrettable,

The whole thing was as perfect as days get:
How we grew up before

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