It was much like a grey ticker-tape parade,
...Coming in the dead of stoned frost...
Ice chips of memories chill,
...Choosing priorities, but at what cost? ...
A Given-Gift horse trailed,
...Hiding in a camouflaged beret...
Trotting herself onto the icy layers,
...That created this ice-cold day...
A carriage with wilted flowers,
...Some already dead from the cold...
Traveled it's path along in hypothermia,
...In this parade of: The Brass Ring, told...
A telltale trace, it remains,
...Even after all of these years...
It scolds and reprimands the guilty,
...With the Grim Reaper, of shame filled tears...

Theodora (Theo) Onken

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