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Unicorns And Train
Whistles
It was like waiting
For the return
Of the unicorns,
Train whistles off
In the distance
Were there,
But so were
The rumours about
The financial woes,
The coming economic
Collapse,
Life is sometimes strange,
Like watching passing faces
In passing bus windows,
Sure he thought about
Her all the time,
But so what,
What was real
In the kaleidoscope
Of unicorns, train whistles,
Faces in passing windows,
And someone thinking.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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