Once I dreamt I was on a train, Minding my business as always, When a pair of punks started a rucous, Hoping to make me look sideways. After a spell I turned to confront them, And one was already coming at me, Then he leapt into the air and lunged my way, Shrinking to the size of a cricket suddenly. He dropkicked my face and it itched just a little, Then he landed gracefully below, All in attendance bowed and clapped, For he had put on quite the show. What a dream, what a strange dream, I'm not sure if I'm sane, So I'm rather twitchy from that day forth, Whenever I board a train.

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Michael Salmons

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