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One Man Parade
He said a solemn goodbye to his purple steed,
a trike, now, the only conveyance he'd need,
and there would only be just one other small thing,
a little Red Ryder pulled by a string -
and the wind would whistle through holes in his head
as he rode through the town with his wagon of red.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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