Brio Tracks

Little trains that go

Were the Brio lines

Connected one by one they climb

Until the loop has broken passage

Across the bridge and through prairies

Trains grew stronger

Magnets pieced into one

Claiming the land

A known and graceful frontier

All the more merry

To lay the tracks on carpet

Where indigo carpet swirled

And the universe expanded

One track at a time.

 

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