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The Twelve-Forty-Five

Rating: 2.7

(For Edward J. Wheeler)

Within the Jersey City shed
The engine coughs and shakes its head,
The smoke, a plume of red and white,
Waves madly in the face of night.
And now the grave incurious stars
Gleam on the groaning hurrying cars.
Against the kind and awful reign
Of darkness, this our angry train,

A noisy little rebel, pouts
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Ms Marty D 11 December 2017

I remember memorizing Kilmer in sixth grade. He is still on top of my favorites list, at age 80

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