The Message- Come
The train was like a long caravan chug, chugging along,
and my destination was far, and in a place quite remote;
I was tired and weary but I knew I had to be strong.
weeping, I fell upon the upholstered seat hugging my coat;
I wept like the ocean had lost its cork and I may soon float.
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November 28, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/The Message-COME
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1203-882-02
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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