to ride the rollercoaster.
i prefer
the bench
with a drink in hand,
and a pretzel
with mustard.
i'll wait here.
have fun, i tell her
as she climbs aboard,
ready to scream
and
fly around.
her hair in a tizzy
as the ride takes her
up and down.
i love the kid
in her.
but i like my feet
on the ground.
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