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#WritcoPoemPrompt10
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,
thinking to deep and
loving to hard
the engine is running
in its own heart
it's never too late
to turn and see
you had a life
beautiful and free
a life of love, purity and
safety
something you don't have
now that you're empty
this train is old
dusty but gold
it takes you away
from the world and dismay
so remember my child
before it's too late
it doesn't matter who you were
but what's left
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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,
thinking to deep and
loving to hard
the engine is running
in its own heart
it's never too late
to turn and see
you had a life
beautiful and free
a life of love, purity and
safety
something you don't have
now that you're empty
this train is old
dusty but gold
it takes you away
from the world and dismay
so remember my child
before it's too late
it doesn't matter who you were
but what's left
© All Rights Reserved
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