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Train Of Thought
A
Speaking
Glance,
A
Telling
Look
That
Could
Fill
A
Book.
He
Faces
East,
I’m
Headed
West,
The
Stations
Chaptered
Intervals
In
A
Novel
Journey,
Each
Page
Turning
With
Literary
Yearning.
I smile,
And
Count
Every
Mile
Until
I must
Stop,
Descend,
And
That’s
The
End.
A
Speaking
Glance,
A
Telling
Look
That
Could
Fill
A
Book.
He
Faces
East,
I’m
Headed
West,
The
Stations
Chaptered
Intervals
In
A
Novel
Journey,
Each
Page
Turning
With
Literary
Yearning.
I smile,
And
Count
Every
Mile
Until
I must
Stop,
Descend,
And
That’s
The
End.
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