idiopathic

The train to dreamland left at Twenty-one fifteen Metal wheels screeching Hissing steam and galvanized pistons Mid-tone range warble There was a clicking sound Friendly Door slides open Warm smiles greeted me In-between paper lunches Today I don't mind the crumbs They don't exist here Moving right along for the ride I get to the... Continue Reading →

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