not to be taken seriously.
I buy the ticket.
I get on the train.
And I ride it everywhere.
Only it speaks to me,
"Now Jamie, don't say a word
about this.
Or we'll both be out of tracks
to ride on."
I never said a word.
Didn't feel the need to.
Thomas was his name.
He was a mighty fine tank engine.
Strong. Cynical. Wise.
Compassionate.
The steam he created...
Well it just gives me
shivers
thinking about it.
One day, I'll be old enough
to own that tank engine.
Then I'll be able to show the world
how much
I love it.
How much
it loves me.
I'll be able to ride it through town,
blowing the whistle and waving
at the curious bystanders.
They'll never understand.
But at least it will be
legal.
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