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of the footplate, the churn of the rods Straining to places unknown Fog in November, smoke in the cold air The faraway steam-whistle moan Bathing my eyes in
on a freight car while you're idle on a footplate Traveling intercity, in a bullet train Flying away speedy, in a first class plane Wine and dining inside,
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