She Waves At Trains
What's not to love
My lady is so naiveshe still waves at trainswhenever they pass byjust hoping that the engineers might seeand someday, perhaps, to make her daythey'll pull the whistleloudlyjust for her. Just for her.So shy is she in normal waysbut those fellows are quite far away,so she feels free,so free to bethe funny young girlshe'll always be. She'll never change. She rattles on about her booksthe stories that she reads.So many storie...