Rhyming Poetry

I have a remembrance,

of spinning round and round.

Clinging to the neck,

of the grandest horse around.

Up and down we flew,

to the music I did sing.

Reaching out now and then,

to catch that old brass ring.

My horse, he was a mighty steed,

his colors were so bright.

When we started to go faster,

I held on to him tight.

We'd ride around in circles,

till the ride did end.

Then I'd give another ticket,

just to do it all again!

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