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Jul 2014
(I have been waiting for the train to come).
sitting in the terminal ... heard no whistle blow
but my expectations and reservations
are that the train is (going away)
and again...
I'm not on, now....
I look back and see empty (tracks disappearing)
a steamed train chugs away.
I sit on the wrong track again
I guess (I will stay)
my reservation always
a terminal destination.....
(sitting waiting).
wordvango
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