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Brake failure

Do I give thanks that I'm stuck on this train

With not a clue when it will start again,

Given the brakes have jammed and they don't know

How or when we're liable to go?

We could be here all night, which might be fun,

But I'm already hungry and I've run

Out of things to read, or things to do

Except that I am writing this for you;

Because you gave me this brief interlude,

A little test, knowing I could be rude,

Blaming the driver, guard, demanding why

They're forcing our blood pressure far too high.

            Then, just as this sonnet has no more to say,

            The driver says it's fixed - we're on our way!

Brian Hick January 2013

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