My mind to rough doggerel rhyme did go. So the seeds of silly soliloquy did I sow:
Looking down upon new footprints in the snow. Whereas I, doth have no where to go. Save visiting his good-bye train. Whilst here in limbo, I remain. So as to not shed a tear, thus here alone shall I stay. As my one true [lost] lover’s train doth pull away.
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