Days and the days. They clank like ...

Days and the days. They clank like freight cars manufactured merely to clank and not deliver the propers to sweet children over the mountain. The engineer must come! allow him climb up to the high swaying cab and praise shiny black coals of history at last made handy. in this way events will have story. with equal reason not just the yards of Camden. The floor is gray and floor is dark gray; and the days clank. with equal reason this M thing is wanted: that it not be all the sewer gush. Not be all unscrew your jammed ignition rotor and extortioner in a new one made to spec with view to mileage mileage; won't be all unmixed fludge of ...