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She walked across the tracks and her foot stuck snug It hurt at her ankle so she thought of soft rugs She slid her foot out but it broke and spilled on the road A puppy walked out to drink up the blood with the tongue of a toad She heard the train coming, so limped out of its path But the puppy was sipping her blood, and was hit with the train's mighty wrath There wasn't a sound as the pup was swept up from the tracks And when the train rolled past there wasn't even left a scratch The road was without a trace Of blood or of fur it was without space No one remembered but the hurt girl's broken ankle Swollen and purple
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 7:36 PM UTC
The Tracks
She walked across the tracks and her foot stuck snug It hurt at her ankle so she thought of soft rugs She slid her foot out but it broke and spilled on the road A puppy walked out to drink up the blood with the tongue of a toad She heard the train coming, so limped out of its path But the puppy was sipping her blood, and was hit with the train's mighty wrath There wasn't a sound as the pup was swept up from the tracks And when the train rolled past there wasn't even left a scratch The road was without a trace Of blood or of fur it was without space No one remembered but the hurt girl's broken ankle Swollen and purple
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 7:36 PM UTC
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