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buildings just pop up everywhere
covering railroads and streets
how quickly land is covered up
eileen brennan
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the bush is long gone
brown, not pretty anymore
but wait, that's the sun
neal steele
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danger
hidden by branches
the train waits to hit your car
no passing allowed
normand chabot
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oh what a tangled web we weave
don't cross the line or do it fast
if you want your life to last
thomas might
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brown sticks and thickets
tall evergreens alongside
the contrasts of life
michael brna
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solid lines all around
jump them all for a real treat
go into the brush fun awaits
june kushner
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wonders beyond the solid lines
to cross or not to cross
man on the right will guide me through
june kushner
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i'm at a crossroads
which way should i go?
i'll take the road less travelled
into the woods
marilyn
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life can be so confusing
do we go right or left?
let's stay straight and put up the fight
hold my hand and come with me
us together shall set our minds free
darlene cliver
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a box size of 5-7-5?
too restrictive for one so wild
set me free and i come alive
emma jane ahern
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some travel by rail
others prefer the pavement
all paths get you there
emma jane ahern
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perfectly good road
leading where others have been
"trailblaze" says my heart
emma jane ahern
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north of home
south of home, east or west
which way to go
yulan mimmy san
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do i dare to cross
those official painted lines?
my feet say, "you must"
daniel ravasio
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smashing pennies
so much to be found
beside the old railroad tracks
penny for your thoughts
daniel ravasio
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deep into the night
i hear a train passing through
the abandoned rails
daniel ravasio
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success is staying on track
follow the wrong rails
you will be double crossed
joseph conroy
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when it looks like the ride is over
continue moving forward
there's plenty more to see
joseph conroy
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a childhood headache
a cool towel on my forehead
a train’s horn echoing
daniel ravasio
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trains of my childhood
had cabooses and a guy
who drank coffee there
daniel ravasio
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who last passed this way
heading north, south, east or west
searching for true north
michael brna
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