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Night Train

Faces dart by eyes blank, not seeing smiles flash, not feeling hands extend, not knowing --minds void and never growing... Crowds hurrying clocks ticking, wheels turning legs churning, always rushing origin: nowhere; destination: elsewhere --just riding the train to limbo January 13, 1975

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