#136837 added December 5, 2001 at 10:54pm Restrictions: None
The Train
The train set back in the woods passes by each night. It sounds so loud in the silence of the night. And those who lie there awake can hear it. ANd you cant help but wander why it blows its horn or where its going or where its been. But in that moment when you stop to think you listen again for that last cry of the lonely horn.
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