The wind whips mercilessly
across the frozen prarie,
as biting cold winds
and bitter temperatures
ring in the new year.
The winter blusters
on this cloudy day
as the snow whirls around
and lashes the town.
Past the bustling Wal-Mart
where everyone goes
after the city died,
the one-time city languishes.
The music shop,
the donut shop,
the grand old theater
are now shuttered
and falling down.
A once-bustling service startion
now creaks behind corkboard
without any pumps,
no service bays.
And out on the highway
the factory where everyone worked
is now just an open field.
Uncle Joe,
Uncle Joe,
Where did your town go?
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