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TERRIFIC TRAIN POEMS
He stands there day after day.
Weeks, months, years, go bye.
As do trains, it's true.
He hides his blues, nis tears, his fears.
He does'nt cry.
Some ask why.
Against the wall, he feels like he is going to fall.
A headache, a loud sound he does make, a shake.
He calls and calls, nobody home there.
Does anybody care? Does anybody know?
The trains come and go.
