The New Year Train
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We're waiting at the platform in the New Railway Station
There the train comes and no destination?
And the banner shows it's a Youth Train!
I checked our tattered season-tickets
Old age's there and faded.
I was so sad when she asked;
'Darling, we could hide in the Goods compartment.'
*I turn but do not extricate myself, Confused, a past-reading, another but with darkness yet.-Walt Whitman
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