Who Is He? Sitting there like he owns the place, watching the trains go by. Bet he's a train lane framed smile in a photo. Click click slick. Always gets all the girls. Chick slick click the photo has been done. A photo or a painting. A Dorian Gray. And there he looks, stares, cares about nothing other than him he himself. The rightful he, the quiet him, the photographed himself. And the train. Whoo, loo, who ... Who is he?
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