Mill Wheel
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Picture is of The Groudle Glen Water Wheel on the Isle of Man
The mill wheel wouldn’t turn until the Spring
when the ice melts perhaps they'll find my ring
It was tossed into the freezing water
when I caught my beau kissing my daughter
They both swore blind that this was the first time
but I pushed them into that icy slime
perhaps I acted rashly, with disgust
but I’d very good reason not to trust ...
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
friends told me details that I just abhor -
They’d meet in secret in a lover’s tryst
both acting like I just did not exist
their lust led them down a slippery slope
they planned to leave and secretly elope
Two bodies won’t be found for many weeks
ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks
No one will suspect me, they’ll think they fell
and met their maker in an ice cold hell!
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6/27/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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