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Train Is My Name


Train
is my
name

Train is my name, I huff and I puff,
I steam and I shout –
But I won’t blow your house down.
I carry, I speed, I run regular routes,
I criss and I cross
while you wait and sit down
with no pants on.
I’m worldly, I’m big,
I’ve been here for years,
but don’t blame me for your problems.
Time is not money, money is not time
but each day they force my face down onto the clock
but I close my eyes and sing to the beat beat beat
clickety clack and all that!

Now time for my anti-dada moment that I share with all my named friends…
This is the T-shirt and Hoodie I wear, the poster I see on my wall:
Train Is My Name Smoke Gray T-Shirt Front

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