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Rickety
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,
Rushing towards the sun not the moon,
See if we catch the light
Then we alight.
© BlackroseAlory
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