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Filling time at grandparent's (Childhood)
Enticed, gazing through criss-cross fencing
at Preston Road station platform.
Ignoring the fierce, frightening through trains,
rushing past his feet,
and British Rail on the far tracks.
He watched the common red ones,
with flared carriage bottoms,
waited for the rare, pale red ones,
with oval end windows, and
the very rare brown ones,
with delicious slam...
Saturday 8th January 2011 10:38 am
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