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Sep 2015
Hollow Brick Road
You can hear the echoing sounds
When the horses go passing by.
The loud sound in your mind.
A hollow sound.
The children playing make the noise only louder
As they run and play on the hollow street of brick.
Where can you find this hollow road you want to know?
To your dreams, as you listen to the sounds of the clock passing time.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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   Cecil Miller and AJ
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