The Isle
The isle was filled with sticker'd things.
Each one a different price.
Their order along the perfect shelf
for everything concise.
To walk along the isle delightful,
as everything seemed bright.
Where the need for finding something new
made everything excite.
A moment I could not forget;
where everything was there,
when no amount of money made
could make the time to spare.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2017
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