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And The Train Whistle Blows
Lying here with the window open
listening to the rain and wind so mild,
and the train whistle blows
it reminds me of when I was a child.
Summer nights I spent
at my grandparents' place,
and the train whistle blows
puts a smile on my face.
Grandpa used to tell me stories
of oh, so long ago,
how he used to work on the train tracks
and the train whistle blows.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.16/2005
I love these kind of memories.
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