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The Atchison Topeka

The Atchison Topeka The Atchison Topeka – midnight  round farm girl sleepin’ she hears the sound slips into dreams, she’s the engineer locomotive steams to a wild frontier sails the prairie, rhythm of wheels rails carry her through moonlit fields  sits on a pillow (she’s only ten) sounds the whistle, “Here I am!” Picks up...

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