Winding path

I take you down a winding path,

Of bright-lit buildings 'neath night sky,

Where celebrations cast their joy,

To show you things you'd never spy.

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The velvet sky that glitters,

As I lie back in the canoe,

One hand with chips and fritters,

The other arm for you.

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A gust of cool, a gush of warm,

The flutter of the ropes and basket,

Beneath the curvey crimson bulge,

We sway above the world.

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With wings of steel and lungs of fire,

We plunge towards the clouds,

And as butterflies take flight within,

We rise toward the ground.

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... Run out of rhyme juice ...