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The Crossing

The Crossing:

Once a place,

Where whistle, rail,

And road converged,

Now a home of

Last farewells,

Where two striped

Gate Keepers,

Sadly bid farewell,

To souls who thought

They might live yet

Another day or two,

Until a crush of steel

Decided otherwise.

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