A ribbon of crimson, across the creek it lies,
A red-covered bridge, beneath a pale blue skies.
The weathered wood, a story it does tell,
Of whispered secrets, and the magic of a spell.
A path for weary feet, a link to distant shores,
Where dreams of yesteryear, forevermore,
Are painted on the planks, in hues of faded gold,
A bridge of...
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