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Clickity-clack
It leaves the station,
then it begins its acceleration.
Off to its new destination,
all the cars in formation.

Choo-choo
The train goes rushing by.
Can you hear the whistle blow?
It zips along day or night,
in the rain and in the snow.

Chugging-chugging
Over the hills and through the mountains,
through the square and pass the fountain.
With a screech, its journey is done,
Hop aboard we will have such fun.

ALesiach © 11/09/2014
ALesiach
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