Once I had a dream riding on the Fred Rogers train.
Rolling through the village in the pouring rain.
He was standing there at the station in a yellow sweater.
Then out came the sun, he always dressed for the weather.
A friend to the children, in heaven would reside.
He just sent me a dream, to have another ride.
Thank you Fred!
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