Forever Atlanta
Fast forward. Move forward fast down the track,
Over a stretch of miles, with miles to go.
Reload that old bright blue breeze card with dough;
Enough to get you to your stop and back.
Voices blend, when you listen to the pack,
Elevating louder, then getting low.
Radios are played up and down each row,
As the train chimes in with clickety-clack.
Throughout Atlanta, the passengers groove,
Leaving cars behind; Fine with their treason.
Atlanta's Transit Authority moves
North, South, East, and West for the same reason.
The fact that this will keep happening proves
Atlanta will keep moving all season.
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