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Running Trains
The last man last time looking
How far has he come and where is he looking
His bag is getting heavy he feels a little tired
The kids stop just to admire
His stature, Thier parents tell them dont stare please
But all this makes the man feel at ease
He grabs his ticket like a eagle grabbing its prey
The teller guesses this man had a really long day
Trench coat thick black gl...
Thursday 24th November 2016 7:49 am
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