#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,
And i listen to the deep tracks as it bounces up and down in sudden swiftness
Giving the train a direct rhythm to follow.
And then it whistle
Into the daylight we go.
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