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My Carousel

Each day of my life,
Like a carousel turns,
There are chances to take,
And lessons to learn.

Caught up in problems,
That each day would bring,
Chances slip by,
To catch the brass ring.

Whenever I felt,
My ride slowing down,
Your gentle hand,
Would push me around.

Picking me up,
Each time that I fell,
You rode beside me on my Carousel.

Written by: Peggy Whiting

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