I feast on fun parks,
devouring roller coasters
like sugary funnel cakes.
I wave my hands in the air
grabbing at clouds
before plunging down and up
like a rocket gone berserk.
I whirl and spin
like a cotton candy machine,
dangling upside down for a moment
on my paper cone
Screaming and laughing,
gobbling up good times
until my thirst for thrills
comes to a complete stop.
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