The Pilgrim


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The platform was black and white,

 And you didn’t wear your shoes,

You said; “I’m walkin’ on my feet Nu,

With just my soul to loose”,

Then the angel glanced your sin book,

And clutching at the ream,

Tossed it furnace,

To fuel your ghost of steam,

The whistle screamed redemption,

And the train moved down the tracks,

I’d never even prayed,

But she’d burnt her weight in wax.

Gwen

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About Gwen and Elinor

Two bloging buddies who love tea and biscuits.
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