Little Red Wagon

 

There’s a little red wagon,

Wandering through my dream.

The handle gives me splinters,

But the wheels all brightly gleam.

 

The shinning wheels are turning,

As we saunter down the street.

Going to the future,

And some yet distant treat.

 

The simple life I led,

When I was but a child.

Still lets me wander there,

And lets me still run wild.

 

The morning’s now reality,

The mists once more depart.

Perhaps tonight I’ll visit there,

I know the place by heart.

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