Sunday, September 18, 2011

Day 348: I-think-I-can, I-think-I can...

She’d be the little engine that could.
If she could.
She would!
She would even chop all the wood,
That burned itself good.
To keep that long train choo-chooing through the deep woods,
Moving along the rails as fast as it should.
She would!
She's just terribly misunderstood.
Because she’d be the little engine that could,
If she could.

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