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Musing:  The Railroad 

Iron metal

Crisscrossing 

Dragging through the dust

Like the snake, iron snake. 


Tracks lay ahead as far as our eyes go, 

Crawling through the urban and rural; 

The countryside with her quiet forest 

The township with her hustle bustle 

The clouds are free of you

They watch your snake lanes

Cockroach through rocks and tunnels

Leading the way to the future! 

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