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Sleepers
GS (April 7 1936 / Moe Victoria Australia)

Sleepers

Poem By George Savige

Slowly now
The train is creeping.
Boards beneath
The rails are sleeping.

But time means nought
At all to they,
For sleeping's what
They do all day.

And they just lay there
Dozing deeper,
For each of them
Is called a....'Sleeper'.

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A lovely poem that leaves you wanting more! 10+


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