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After three days of bitter resentment,
The parties involved reached a settlement.

The day the trains stopped.

Like a great wounded beast,
The City's veins were cut,
Spilling the people onto the streets
In a gushing, raging torrent.

Still running...for now.

The truest test
Of the will of man,
Will be his courage
In the absense of a plan.

Chilled

Hard to believe it could get so cold,
For a taste of summer I'd offer gold!
But, alas, when the sun returns,
my desire for winter's cold burns.

Pic from the past

The sky is so blue
and the road is long,
but I am hardly far
from where I'm from.