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The Ghost Train
Down in the subway in the middle of the night,
I hear a train approaching giving me a fright,
For no train is scheduled this line has been closed for years,
As the train grinds to a halt at the platform, it confirms my fears.
For this is the ghost train and its heading straight for hell,
I hear the whistle blow and the signal man yell
“All aboard! Its time to go our journeys...
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 7:07 pm
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