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TRAIN OF THOUGHT
I thought this was going to be a much longer poem, but my "muse" told me to leave it like this.
There's a little railway station
In the countryside near here
And a little old steam engine
Stops there just one day each year
With its little wooden carriages,
Where it comes from no-one knows,
But I once bought a ticket
And I do know where it goes.
It was just a one-way ticket
And it's just a single track,
It took me somewhere special.
But it didn't bring me back.
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