Ya. Lean upon the porch rail as night's dense Black--does it twinkle with ah, stars? nor hail The mirk none pass through, just my brother. Pale As Au Revoir where all else sleep from hence, Lo, how--what ist? Hark! For the train calls thence, Its whistle breaking this cold silence' tale, And think now, of how I'll lose all ist? frail Against the metal lacework, sans defense. Turn back indoors to clean the mess we'd stir In babysitting. Wooden tracks a crew Of Brio traincars clattered oer in tour Half like what deeply rumbles past, aye to A fault, my brother saying "a real train--" Were I numb too long oer Mum? Or swear I knew?
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As it was, she's almost 4 so I thought that question of her dad too odd, but whatever, mebbe Tia understands after all.