Organ Grinder

Here comes the organ grinder
With his little dancing monkey
I remember he used to play outside
The house when I was young

The man who mended chairs
And the one who sharpened knives
And the lady who sold lavender
With laughter in her eyes

Funny how the time goes
And you never even notice
Till they’re gone

 — Jon Mark

Mark-Almond

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