The Train Of Wisdom

Day Thirty

NaPoWriMo

Now drink me magic potion,’

Said the joker to the thief

There are only two choices

Either happiness or grief

By a ticket for me train

We are now at the station

To pay for daily train fare

Just imbibe this sweet libation

The tunnels through which we shall move

Will be pitch black for hours

But when we’ve reached our final stop

Truly wisdom will be ours

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