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Oh station , station

Yee of intermittent locomotive
thoroughfare

Once standing proud now
sadly scheduled surplus to 
moderna

Redundant made it's ticket
booth , collector and so to
it's master

Resigned and destined for 
graffiti spray to patch it's
walls

With it's clock battery powered
down

It's fate a clubhouse for tomorrows
youth to wreck and frequent gather
in and under

Smoke and try initial cigarette
plume cough and alcoholic 
spirit drunken after shock
hangover

It's track's to be repatriated back
to nature 6 foot overgrown by
scrub , weed and bush

No click no clack no whisper
harking back

Visitation only by means of
historical scholastic dissertation

It's final lesson thus if willing to
accept

Everything once valued once
it has seved it's purpose and
past it's exasperation date

Will in fact so to in future be 
cast aside and face this 
exact fate

And maybe if nothing else
but for death will be saved from

Seeing all the things we
treasure and keep as memories
most dear

Disappearing before us and
and so to point out

That the light at the end of the
tunnel is fast becoming dimmed
by the milli-second

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