A short poem about riding aboard the busiest train in Europe, the 

from Woking to Waterloo. One hundred million passengers a year pass through Waterloo, which creates both terrifying and tantalizing flesh-to-flesh points of view.

THE MINUTE PAST MIDNIGHT TRAIN

I have been scratching scribe to script and burning tallow onto table in order to bring you a fabulously free A to Z of poetry.
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