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Wander Project October is Poetry Month in the US

Beneath a blue October Sky.

The color around us changing

tas the red falls from the sky

to litter everywhere.

Covering everything

in pausing

tin ears hear the

sound of 

a struggling locomotive

an engine

needing tuning

or perhaps just wheels

clinging tight too the tracks

clacking

as they crush

the red beneath.

I hear the sound

but it is nowhere to

be seen.

No trestle

no tracks

just the sound of quiet

as the leaves fall

and the Mighty Monon is no more.

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Legend

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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