Placed Fourth in : In Honour of an Ode Poetry Contest of Nette Onclaud
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About the Last Train The last train waits for the clock To shake its steel with a knock; A whistle blows with a gleam, The train moves, a fading beam, Through sleeping towns and moon light, Hurtling through the silent night With promise to reach its site.
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