This seemed to be the only thing I hear, the only thing that's clear. A horn and some chugging these bugs are really bugging. But no need I do not fear, for the love of silence is really near. But as you distance yourself I hear the rumbling and I can stand and feel that tumbling. No pain I cannot bear for these trains are loud and clear. For my patience is outstanding for this happiness and soft smoke from the train I am demanding.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
