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The Montrealer

Updated on November 27, 2013

The train at night ran through

A land with lights and buildings.

The filth I never saw

Until the morning light.


The city then I saw,

The place where I would live

And work at many jobs.

I stepped on railroad platform

Off the train.


I later took the train

As it went back through cities

All the night.

The filth I never saw

And when the sun shone bright,

Vermont was moving before me.


I live now in that city,

The place where I have lived

And worked at many jobs.

Vermont has not so moved

Before me as it did.


The Montrealer

Is no more.

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