For Your Choice Q Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Long ago, there were the halcyon days we once knew when we were young - gone like dollar matinees when from tree branches we swung. I remembered the dire words of song, that said changes in the weather are often known to come on strong, as I watched the dark clouds gather. You tell me that this storm has passed, but should this howling wind prevail, a martyr, I won't be miscast - watch a battered heart set sail.
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