As the Train Comes in

May 1, 2008
By Alicia Iezzi, Paoli, PA

As the train comes in
And the whistle blows
The moon shines down,
Down on me.

Through the town
And through the hills
I pass all kinds of people
Including girls in purple dresses.

Blue eyes and red hair
Freckles and a skinny waist
The moon shines down at her
As our eyes once again meet.

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