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Pink Cellophane
I'm sitting in an old station Waiting on a train I don't see the clouds But my knee says it's rain. I just ate a cold sandwich Out of pink cellophane I'm going back to Michigan And my family again. An old lady Limps up And sits down with her cane Says I can't dawdle How long will this take. She sips from a small bottle Claims it's for pain. Moves along her way Says it smells like rain. A young mother with twins Are having a fun time. They're laughing about A child's book of rhymes. They giggle again And many around smile. She is a kind mom Her twins are cutie pies. A man who looks sad Wears a black suit. With a Gammage hat And lizard skin boots. He's talking with a gal All about growing fruit. Then he says rain. So, that's moot. A dude in the corner Says he doesn't like planes He moving where it's warmer To cold there in Maine. We all hear the horns, Now it's pouring rain. Two hours in the station, Waiting for a train.
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