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Adding ah's to the er's

And oh's to the um's,

Here I imagine old men

When they were young.

You can never erase that dead  stare.

In your red wagon dreams

Those eyes are still there...

And youth is dead.

I almost feel guilty

Laughing young bubbles from my seat,

Filled with nothing but trivial troubles

That float away,

And away,

And away.

But I refuse to say a word on that matter.

The chatter of the train

Inclines us to do the same,

And so we laugh.

And so we think.

With our new friends.

And our mixed drinks.