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when it rains and I hear the night train whistle if you are sitting at a table overlooking the sea with your artwork spread out around you perhaps writing in a firm hand in your daybook |
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when it rains and I hear the night train whistle if you are sitting at a table overlooking the sea with your artwork spread out around you perhaps writing in a firm hand in your daybook |
image@www.rrhistorical.com |
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where that train would take us if we were bound for glory rather than tethered to this solitary existence which tests us with every passing hail of thunder |
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you pour out one chill glass of wine and whet the whim of your intellect as you swirl a small prayer on your tongue |
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a wind blows through the grass and into the house and it is time for us to sleep without recourse ©Naffy Naff |
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