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Waiting for a Trolley

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lonely dormont junction
a quiet winter's night
too cold to function
i squeeze my jacket tight

i listen to the bracing breeze
the rain is falling white
naked frozen trees
not a life in sight

chimneys smoking black
burning wood arousing the air
stillness on the track
the steel and wood is bare

the ball of fire sleeping
the moon's belligerant stare
the stars are faintly wheeping
with no one around to care





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