by Mark Koplin |
Have you ever, rode the Silverton Train?
The smoke off her stack is as black as coal,
the joy it secures is as right as rain,
countless passengers love its heart and soul,
the train ride does thrill delight is her goal,
each car tells tale of exquisite appeal,
this train hath her pride riding veins of steel,
black as an absconce and prepared to please,
luxury first class the finest served meal,
this ride will amaze certain to appease.
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