Bumps During Train Rides

mental hunger pangs

train hustles by in the night

regret bites with fangs

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yellow pages fall

with frantic black scribbled notes

envelopes rest, tall

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sore hand attempts, tries

to write a worthy letter

eyes, water and cries

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little, I have, true

but all I give to you now

take what you dare to

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around house, I search

for a costly thing to give

paper-words, they perch

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once I met a Prince

a pauper, I was, twopence

at Princess, I winced

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to my sheer surprise

she gave me a big bright gift

her affection prize

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I rose, feeling worth

she chose my stained glass being

love, she has unearthed

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she saw a new Prince

even when I could not see

she knew it all since

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regret did not win

she flowed in on that quick train

she made my head spin