I peer out as the train moves by;
Sights, sounds, and smells all combulate,
It’s early, I sigh.
At each town, I ponder
The lives of those yonder, what secrets here make sleeping dogs lie?
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC
I peer out as the train moves by;
Sights, sounds, and smells all combulate,
It’s early, I sigh.
At each town, I ponder
The lives of those yonder, what secrets here make sleeping dogs lie?
I am thinking, always, but more so when I am stationary for long periods.
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