DONNA HEATHER KLIPPEL
The day of red, white and pink is coming
on a train smoking love, love, love from
The train is carrying hearts
for waiting people at the Sunnydale train
station. Some are soldiers of Blue Town.
Others are soldiers of Lonely Town. And some
are soldiers of success, making a life from scratch.
I’m on the train on the Lonely car. Will a man be
waiting for me in Sunnydale or at the next station?
Is he on another car? Will he be waiting with open
arms, waiting to take me where eagles soar? Only time
will tell as I sit in my seat and pray for a better future.