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Thursday, June 29, 2006

There was a dream I had called Jefferson
And it used to be the county seat it

Used to be a railroad town,
Used to be bustling, enlivened,
But the trains, well, the trains . . .
What can you say?
Grass has grown thick over the railroad tracks
And here now bodies get discarded,
bottles broke,
and reputations tarnished.