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The train
making its way
through the city
ambles contentedly along,
leisurely turning and stretching;
soaking up the early morning light.
Like a bloated striped caterpillar
insatiably filling its tummy
pleasurably munching away
towards sleepy pedestrians,
stuffing its round cheeks
with impatient passengers.
Sweetly taking its pick
of willing commuters
eager to fill its bulging belly,
and with a satisfied burp
it lunges down the tracks
towards another grazing ground.