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Lover’s Lane?

It was once a bustling railroad

that was owned by CP Rail The whistles blew

As trains rattled through

Hauling livestock, grain and mail.

Then grass grew over abandoned

tracks and became a walking path Trains no longer pay They’ve had their day

Said the men who did the math.

I walk that path most every day be it stormy,

cold or fair Not just for the miles I get lots of smiles

And have formed new friendships there.

Four pretty heart-shaped trinkets

dangle from a bough above To carve initials up there Shows how much they must care That they’re joyfully, madly in love.

I’d like to say Best Wishes to whoever they may be I stifled sighs

As I wiped my eyes

Good Luck to you. From me.

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