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Grey and dreary, stairs going up. Lifts going down. Long platforms, Rails, leading to where? Leaving the town. Coffee to order, sandwiches to eat. Trains announced "what did he say"? What time, what platform. Where do we meet? People getting on, Looking for seats. Familes getting off, Aisles, blocked with suitcases and feet. Following the canal, boats and ducks. Watching the roads, Speeding cars and trucks. Seeing the planes land, Then taking off, wondering where? Probably back to their motherland. Eventually we arrive. To outstretched arms, Bringing the love, that makes us alive.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
Journey
Grey and dreary, stairs going up. Lifts going down. Long platforms, Rails, leading to where? Leaving the town. Coffee to order, sandwiches to eat. Trains announced "what did he say"? What time, what platform. Where do we meet? People getting on, Looking for seats. Familes getting off, Aisles, blocked with suitcases and feet. Following the canal, boats and ducks. Watching the roads, Speeding cars and trucks. Seeing the planes land, Then taking off, wondering where? Probably back to their motherland. Eventually we arrive. To outstretched arms, Bringing the love, that makes us alive.
carol-smith
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
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