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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
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Trains
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
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Jul 27, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
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