Sunday, February 23, 2014

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The Station cat opens one eye with a frown,
Disturbed as the Starter and Distant drop down.
The gas lamps still hiss, and a distant dog barks
The town Is a resting, wrapped up in the dark.
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Dean Bottomley
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Susan Lacovara 23 February 2014

The rhythm did come through in your write...like the chugging of the train, itself...I very much like your clever poem. Glad I stopped by the station, just in time to catch it.

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