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A Railroad Town

The diesel locomotive wailed Like a sick bull as it approached The intersection; five bellows. The dreaded traffic light turned red And all of us just sat waiting For this snail-like, slow-moving Freight train to pass, while the traffic was backing up to infinity. Life becomes a standstill in time: If your appendix burst, pray to god; If you’re in labor, tough titty; If late for work, you curse and swear! So you wait and count the freight cars... One hundred one…one hundred two… Onward west they roll Swaying, screeching, click-clanking Along rusty tracks.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 2/14/2012 9:30:00 AM
nice one! i can just picture sitting by the tracks and waiting for this endless train to pass. you brought it all to life very well.
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Date: 2/14/2012 5:07:00 AM
Well done Albert,thank you. - oxox Anne-Lise HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO YOU.
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