Twiglet #201

weedy rail tracks

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  2. Hi Tuesday Voters (some)
    Kids loved stepping
    on weeks grown tall
    through rails
    of old train tracks.

    She sprung up
    like a weed,
    thin as a rail.

    girl gathers weeds
    in bunches to bring home
    near the rusted rails

                     There once was a hobo named Jack
                     who loved riding boxcars on track.
                          He drank a little
                         and played the fiddle
           Jack's tales caused bosses to turn their backs.


    1. Fun… I remember growing like a weed one summer. Though I’m not all that tall. Just taller than some in my family. Limerick is cool. I think I’d like Jack too.


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