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PARK STREET STATION
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TERRIFIC TRAIN POEMS
There are people here.
There are people there.
Everywhere.
The crowds are very loud.
The trains come. They go.
Everybody does know.
The red and the green.
Yes, they all can be seen.
They get on. They get off.
Their fare their pay. They know the way.
This goes on all day. It goes on half the night.
They come in. They get out. That's what it's all about.
I listen to them talk. Everybody walks.
A big crowd.
A sea of humanity, see.
A mix. The crowd is thick.
A melting pot. People here, there are a lot.
They discuss so many different things.
I listen people sing.
Where are they coming from
Where are they going
I am not knowing.
The sovenir stores.
Sometimes, people try to ignore.
The lights are bright.
