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A Selection of Trains and Train Platforms by
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Prompted By Planes and Trains

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I've always liked trains, especially those that are clean and fast, and headed south to Pennsylvania Station in New York...
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My Nest Twigs Are Blowing In The Wind by
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Happily the forecast is for more and bigger wind.
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A Very Expensive Nose by
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Prompted By Priciest Purchase

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I was wrapping up my three racing day visit, up to my elbows and knees in routines I had wallowed in most every summer since 1975. 
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Teacher: Here and Now by
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Prompted By Favorite Teacher

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May my mother not box my ears. May the traditionalists in the party crowd notice nothing amiss (except possibly rouge highlights in the salami crust).
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My Annoying To-Do List by
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Prompted By Procrastination

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I hope I can order the salami early enough to avoid the cost of last minute delivery via cab from New York City.
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Once Upon A Time (Revisited) by
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Call me ungrateful, but I lacked a plan for the balance of the dawn, or for the rest of my life which stretched before me like the enormous ocean, and I was alone.
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A Good Show is Hard to Sleep Through by
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"And what good news:  a new Tom Stoppard play, “Leopoldstadt”, is opening at Broadway’s Longacre Theater this fall..."
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Once Upon A Time by
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We circled and bobbed at his urging—arms, wings and paws in unison—as a giant red sun rose out of the water.
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My Driving Record (Updated) by
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Prompted By Car Trouble

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Maybe I should have subpoenaed my grandchildren as character witnesses?
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The Old Fisherman by
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I liked the old fisherman from the beginning.  He sits comfortably on a body-contoured stump, exuding patience and serenity, lightly holding his fishing pole.  His jug is alongside (maybe for fish storage, maybe for refreshment). He wears leather strapped sandals, a broad sun hat, and a flowing green and blue robe.  His white beard and hair suggest the wisdom of age. He is contemplative, certainly in no hurry.  He may be surprised that his serenity has been interrupted by the arrival of the fish. 
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