Jane
Jane complained, "Pain!" on a chain plane to Maine.
Insane Jane's feigned pain was the bane of the plane' she main.
Jane complained the veins strained; unwaned, gained Jane pain.
Jane complained, 'twas engrained in the brains of the same on the plane.
The sane complained, "why not a train? Or a drive down the lane in the rain?"
Jane's head craned- "but trains and down lanes in the rain to Maine are mundane!"
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