Road ShowA Poem by Mike Michaels
She felt part of
Someone' else's dream Documents in hand Held against her hip Whilst the expert Went on about The toy, tin train Like new, privileged Put away before Little hands might Bend or bash metal. She could not confirm Whose locomotive, cars Could only be a Representative of the Estate on the telly For all off England That was enough.
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Added on August 20, 2023 Last Updated on August 20, 2023 Author
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