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On a long and lonesome railway, West of the Hudson, you can listen to
the wheels a turnin', chompin' at the bit. Feel the earth a rollin', feel
it..
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There once was a lady, who in a brown bag kept her baby, and never let
it see the light of day. But once when it rained, when outside both bag
a..
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One act play - Very short
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Slow as turtles are we whom strive to part, yet relive memories instead of creating new ones.Slow as turtles are we to advance in the battles with our..
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If there ever was a sweeter face,Twould put these words to disgrace.And the life they lead through pen and page,Through mind, body and soul;Would fall..
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