Wednesday, July 18, 2007
When life loses its appeal
The old train slows,
No passengers, no goods, no fuel,
No schedule, nowhere in particular to be,
Somewhere along the track it stops entirely,
Possibly never to start again.
No passengers, no goods, no fuel,
No schedule, nowhere in particular to be,
Somewhere along the track it stops entirely,
Possibly never to start again.
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