Billy Boy
The harmonica plays in the distance,
It’s hard to believe.
The misleading melodies of unsung tomorrow,
Escaping through metal.
In a whirling world of everything but the truth,
How can we tell?
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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