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Parked at Argentine
From twilight to dawn
A train moves slowly
through the yard -
no bells, no whistles.
Just the lowing steel wheels
rolling over resounding tracks,
like the long soft thunder
in a deepened aloneness.
A train moves slowly
through the yard -
no bells, no whistles.
Just the lowing steel wheels
rolling over resounding tracks,
like the long soft thunder
in a deepened aloneness.
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