When we all join in, as stagnant as it seems, what's the signal?
Riding the merry-go-round, "Oh, horsey, won't you gallop to my white knight, Lady Peace?"
And are the pieces to our puzzle hidden in Pandora's box?
When we battle must we always strike another match?
Or, so it seems, as I said, as stagnant as this seems,
We're under London Bridge...
We're in the Ring around the Rosie...
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[Shane here, btw.]
ReplyDelete"We're in the Ring around the Rosie..."
That line made me a little queasy, visualizing the original ring around the rosie, the swollen plague bubo, in which no one should ever find oneself. :S