To find someone, anyone,
But it was as if the fairground was deserted somehow.
The rides had been left abandoned,
The merry go round moved slowly by itself,
Eerie Halloween music could be heard from the ghost train.
I closed my eyes if only I hadn't wandered off,
If only I had done as I was told,
I wouldn't be here alone,
Out in the cold.
(Extract of poem by Heera Mullins)
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