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I wanted to do a poem for Timothy, the Ghost Train of Sodor.
The Ghost of Timothy
Once a kind old engine,
Who gave his life away,
To get even with an mean old abusive controller
Who only wanted to run a railway for the money,
When the silver E2 tank engine's brakes failed.
Forgive me Thomas,
It's too late for me,
There is no peace,
Little brother.
The Ghost of Timothy
Once a kind old engine,
Who gave his life away,
To get even with an mean old abusive controller
Who only wanted to run a railway for the money,
When the silver E2 tank engine's brakes failed.
Forgive me Thomas,
It's too late for me,
There is no peace,
Little brother.
Category Poetry / All
Species Land Vehicle
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 533 B
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