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There was a girl in the caboose
She might be
the brakeman's wife
She might be
a tramp
Happy under a spell of
the wider and wider night
A silhouette and outline
...
Something finished
white, polite, unpolished
It was a destiny
scarred a little with
young wars
Worried with
old white faiths
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| Segmented with re-format from a story entitled Travel Together Another quote from this story is here |
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