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Dec 2011
WOOOOOOOOOW and the ghost train came in steaming
and past me leaving a smile in my hair.
Vibrations rumble in my tummy,
and in my underwear.

The hiss the and  thunder of mechanical gear.

With no need. to have to steer.

I felt it its weight felt its power.
Thats how you make a machine.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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