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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