Ghost Train
Ciaran O’Sullivan

Into the underbelly of a darkness great,
We fly or stroll when we reach the gate.
Dreams during the day send us on our way,
Off into a fantasy falling merrily.
Waking time snaps us back up into the suck,
All waltzing hurriedly in the herd.
Bah bah black sheep haven’t you heard?
It’s time to go now and spread the word.
Get on the rollercoaster it’s a quick ride
You’re in the play-ground there’s no need to hide,
Once you have the token and are of adequate height,
You qualify for the train of fright.

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