Appian Way
What she is saying tracks, loathe though I am to say
The grinning, gas-riddled Sybil’s proclamations
Again proved fate, to my chagrin
Straight tracks all the way in, not taking a train
Haven’t trained but decided I’m not taking it anymore, starting today
Painstakingly removing all my life’s negativity
Removing limpets from a ship in its mooring captivity.
Alchemisland 
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