Look, here comes the blue train now.
The guard staggers along its itchy blue corridor as its plummeting, runaway carriages rock from side to side, careering down the wild, vivid green mountain.
Molten Lava Poem No. 8.
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Look, here comes the blue train now.
The guard staggers along its itchy blue corridor as its plummeting, runaway carriages rock from side to side, careering down the wild, vivid green mountain.
