Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Magic mirrors at the fairground

Turned my life inside out

Like rubber gloves removed from someone’s hand

What was in, is now out, not a good thing

I can no longer hide my thoughts from others

They stick right out, causing all kinds of chaos

I need to find that fairground

Break the mirror that spun my life around…

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Life’s fairground

Slide up on that beautiful painted horse

Take a spin, roam the fairground

See what you can win

Three balls hit the coconut, soft toy in hand

Music thumping beneath your feet

Gold finned fish in plastic a bowl to find

Sweet taste of candyfloss, the walk home

holding your sweethearts hand

The joy of childhood remembered…

©anitadawes