We all went for the brass ring
And found it rusted
Betraying its promise
Watching the tide rise
We refused to get up
Sitting was too comfortable
Now we can’t get up
For fear
Of casting us all asunder
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
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We all went for the brass ring
And found it rusted
Betraying its promise
Watching the tide rise
We refused to get up
Sitting was too comfortable
Now we can’t get up
For fear
Of casting us all asunder
There’s a lot to take in with the photograph and then the poem just sends it all over.
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