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The Train Sings
Jim Kuth
A strange lullaby
rocks
through our house
every night
about this time
One block away
cold metal
is heating up tracks
rocking the
earth with each passing car
A lonely engineer
counts a
thousand miles
from home
That lonely whistle
cries out a
warning
to all
little boys
If you roam too far from home
you must
give up
your life of
cozy blankets
For a long lonely life
trapped
within cold metal
forever on a
winter’s night
