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Are we really done with train poems already? Here's one by another: I am a horse I travel in a train that is overcrowded in my compartment each seat is taken by a woman with a man sitting on her lap the air is unbearably tropical all the travellers have an enormous appetite they eat without ceasing suddenly the men begin to whimper and long for the maternal breast they unbutton the women's blouses and suck the fresh milk to their hearts' content I alone do not suck nor am I suckled nobody sits on my lap and I'm not on anyone's lap because I am a horse immense and upright I sit with my hind-legs up on the train seat and comfortably lean on my fore-legs I whinny a raucous neigh neigh neigh on my breast glitter the sex buttons of sex appeal in neat little rows like the glittering buttons on uniforms oh summertime oh wide wide world --Hans Arp Hal Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/index.html http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/vidalocabooks.html