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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy on the Trains at Jubilee Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the station, the platform is packed.<br>Soon our train is heading down the track.<br>As our London-bound train slowly approaches, <br>I am surprised by the evident lack of coaches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ensuing rush to get on, is all rather manic.<br>The Guard blows his whistle and everyone panics.<br>Upon the platform, there's soon no one left, <br>But many new passengers are out of breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once onboard, there is standing room only: <br>There's certainly no chance of being lonely.<br>Of vacant seats, I see there is a major lack, <br>So I stand, holding on to the luggage rack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people are huddled up by the doors, <br>Whilst others plump for a seat on the floor.<br>At the next station, they don't release all the doors: <br>Our already packed train can only take a few more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the time that our train reaches Woking, <br>It's a real nightmare - I wish I was joking, <br>But passengers are left abandoned on the platform: <br>Their faces disappointed, they all look so forlorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I overhear a number of passengers complain<br>About the distinct lack of carriages on our train.<br>During my journey, I spend most of my time<br>Thinking up sentences which, nicely, rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the time our train pulls in to Waterloo, <br>With my new poem, I am almost through.<br>We're ten minutes late and the Guard explains<br>This was due to passengers boarding the train.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I head home again, it is getting quite late.<br>And the number of carriages now totals eight.<br>No one is standing: everybody has a seat.<br>I travel home in comfort. Oh, what a treat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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Soon our train is heading down the track.
As our London-bound train slowly approaches, 
I am surprised by the evident lack of coaches.

The ensuing rush to get on, is all rather manic.
The Guard blows his wh..."></div>
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