A Two-Toned Brick Road,
Yellow & Red
From Came Before,
A Young Little Med.
The Chills Of The Outdoors,
Restacked Ye Floors.
A Hatchet Alone, Lodged In A Stone,
Eyes Frosted And Frowned,
As The Wind Blown.
If Only We've Known, The day Was All Gone,
From A Lovely Trip Down A Two-Tone Brick Road.
Till The Next Day, The Bricks Must Say,
That Where This Road Leads Is Far,
Far
Away.
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