Whistle Stop
'longside train towns bold
a next circled text chorus
rides; checks abode songs
a lode body lull sings
soprano, of course: farthings.
lone ballad dust must
abhor the chore salad days
baby boys lust, so
rages coy may pigeonhole
sage; fore, bereft turns the page.
nothing stops. it just
began, high atop, some boot-
less sight suspends. Foot!
more men fighting. more men to
defend woe, women, children.
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