The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little frown.
No matter where you'd go around town to stroll,
There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.
It was the perfect town, till you crossed the tracks,
Where there were rows and rows of dirty little shacks.
The people who lived there lived just outside,
Just outside of the perfect little town.
Appearances Can Be Deceiving
The Perfect Little Town
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2017 with permission of the Author.
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