On a Steel Gray Day

On a steel gray day
In a forgotten place that once had meaning
The wind slides through barren trees
and plays a haunted tune on a rusty merry-go-round

Check out the rest of this poem, entitled Play, at the blog, Hope for Glamour.  It’s a great short poem and totally worth the read, so invest a few more seconds of your life and click!  You will be rewarded with increased literacy and coolness points.

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