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TheTrain


The train.
I hear a sound in the far distance. 
I can't quite distinguish between the sound.
As I listen it becomes more clear. 
A sound of a horn I do hear it now.
A train is coming down  the tracks. 
Don't know where it's going.
I hear it drawing closer. Could it be?
Yes, as it sounds once more it goes pass  my house.
My house shakes a little then things begin to be come quiet once more.
The train to nowhere just went by.

 

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