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The Building At the End

The silvery metal lines snake around the bend into the building waiting at the end The gravel shivers as the huge train passes bound to the rails, whilst divided into classes Yet all move to the same place, there is no about-turn in this directed race. There is no freedom to turn, left or right, as to the rails are bound, even if massive and mighty – what a sight! As to the rails are bound - this train that moves on the rails towards the building waiting at the end.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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