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Look at the trainLook at the trainLook at the train,the train, the train!
Rattling byClackety-clackat the back of the housesup on the track.
Here's my hat.It holds my head,The thoughts I've hadand the things I've read.
...not white like the snow
more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat
with her ripple-patterns melting as (oh,
but she's beautiful) you stare
In the line you hear a chatter.Up and down a clatter, clatter.Noisy schoolgirls scream and shout,pushing in and pushing out.
Hand on the bridgefeel the rhythm of the train.
Hand on the windowfeel the rhythm of the rain.
Hand on your throatfeel the rhythm of your talk.
Don't be dim! teased the lamp.I can keep the dark away.My 60 watt bulb's not afraid.You'll see – I'll make your day.
What do we do with a difference?Do we stand and discuss its oddityor do we ignore it?
Do we shut our eyes to itor poke it with a stick?Do we clobber it to death?
My magic eye sees the sticky beak of a baby chickbefore the eggshell has broken.
It can catch the sun as it squintsand the stars as they wink at me.