I remember the day the circus parade passed down Main Street. It went on and on, one jubilantly colored horse drawn wagon after another in brilliant reds and golds. Animals in cages. Lions, tigers, bears, even a giraffe. Colorful clowns, festooned bands, riders on horseback and on old fashioned bicycles. They don’t make parades like this anymore. It was beautiful day.
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