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[aid] => mick
[title] => the train joureny
[time] => 2002-09-20 09:19:41
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[bodytext] => A Train Journey
Third class carriage, hard seats but the train is clean tugging along stopping in tiny villages I didn’t knew existed. A few people are getting off others joining. Crates are loaded onboard together with bags of potatoes. It’s getting dark on embankments hardy weed look cold and thorny bushes shrink into their own misery. The light in the carriage is bed impossible to read and it’s getting worse as the conductor dims it wanting us to sleep. Wrap a travel blanket around me it gives a sense of security and privacy, my fellow travellers are closing their eyes sinking into their own world and I wonder what they are thinking of? Look out of the window see my own face surrounded by darkness and reflect upon The irony of our journey in life, which leads into the eternal night. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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