Little Red Trolley
In the heat and rain , upon tracks rusted and bare
A little red trolley sits, remembering former days
Of horse drawn carriages, filled with new marriages
Of clanging bells and merry people,
Doing chores,or walking into stores
Rolling hills and long tall steeples
Weathered stones in grass covered cemeteries
Busy times filled with haunted memories
Rising from the haze of long forgotten days
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