
I caught the tram to the end of the line
There he was waiting for me
We gave our hearts in the old piazza
Under the glow of the pale moonlight
He asked me to be his forever
I gave him my most solemn promise
Now he and I are bound to each other
No more tram rides for me again
A lovely poem and artwork.
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Thank you ❤
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How wonderful!
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Happy thoughts!
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Nice! Reminds me of my grandparents stories of the streetcars in DC.
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❤ So sweet! ❤
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