Here is a silly little poem, but I was in a lighthearted mood then.

Universal Plane

I guess I’m really out there,
on a universal plane.
My words are my ticket,
I don’t want to take the train.

Once I took a train of thought,
but it derailed round a bend.
The caboose kept right on going,
so I guess this is the end.

Michael Evarts

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